I went to my past friend’s house this morning(around 5AM) to drink. Past friends because I don’t consider them as my friends anymore. I’m in a phase where hi-hello-how are you-goodbye exists. We nailed down 3 muchos of Red Horse then lots of cigs and chips as pulutan.
One of them kept on pestering me about goddamn Facebook. He was so upset that I was not able to accept his friend request for almost 3months now. Truth be told, I don’t really want to accept him there. He’s a part of my past and I don’t one anyone from there ruin my present nor be part of my future. I shit you not when I say that my past is the ‘worst-est’ phase of my fucking life. Name it, I’ve been there, I’ve done that. So yeah.
Back to what I was saying about his friend request, I just answered him that I’m not as active in Facebook as before. And since he was a bit alcohol consumed na, he kept on asking me the same question again and again. Around 8am, after the Red Horse drinking, booze, jizz and a lazy morning sex, I went home. Just like that, as if nothing happened. As if I’ve never seen them.
Another morning waking up with someone else's bed. Uhhh~
Life goes on.
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