F*ck off, will ya?

You ignorant f*cker. Why did you feel the need to tell me about your time in the island?

Hey, I'm in boracay. beach man. house music till dawn. missing it?

If you know me at all, you wouldn't be so stupid as to send me something like that and not realise that you're making it worse for me. Have you been paying any attention at all to what I've been telling you this past half year? Or have you been too caught up in your own tilted world to bother UNDERSTANDING the meaning of my words?

That was Friday night just an hour after Zins and Obeta left, just a few hours after I plastered the crack in the wall. That pretty much sealed the deal to quit my trying to quit Ts and down 2 with a glass of white, only to wake up again to pop 2 more for good measure.

Oh, did you notice I did NOT reply?

Probably not because you texted me again tonight.

I'm fuckin wasted. watching firedancers on the beach. fags. fuck.

It took me an hour to pretend that I'm capable of altruism...this was the closest I could get

You have to come back with me to Boracay next month. Can you escape? We'll only stay for a week. I won't take no for an answer.

It was generous because I still asked EVEN though I knew he couldn't. It was a hidden handout because I ONLY asked since I knew he couldn't. It was to be a silent reproach for the lack of sensitivity. Backfired

F*ck u dude. im in boracay drunk and searching for a missing wife. fuck it.

Out of context? Out of line? Out of your freakin mind?

You tell me I depress you after each conversation. You've never depressed me, not really. The looming dark cloud kinda moves along after talking to you. Similar poles repel indeed. Did you see the crack and went for it? Or was it a blind aim that miraculously hit the mark?

Who knows...with you? Don't take the piss on me ever again. No, there are no threats to follow. I'm not that weak. Alcohol is a lame ass excuse. If you'll keep on doing this, you'd better think of something else.