By the Jealous ex girlfriends

Really motherfking angry right now, well, upset or whatever the hell you call it.

I came all the way down to your school a few days back, just to see you or to pass you stuff, I can't remember what. Today, I dragged my tired sleepy assed body all the way to your school, hoping to see you happy. Instead, after telling you that I had to meet Zool and M after "this", You had a cold war. What had I done? And you spat that "I do not spend enough time with you, that you had plans of coming over to my place." But why then did you not tell me earlier? You assumed that I knew. How could I come to such an assumption and to risk an 80% chance of disappointment knowing that you've to hand in tons of assessments the following week. Knowing that I would be spending tomorrow with you, which is now, clearly canceled by you, your pride (I'm Assuming.) and anger (Am assuming Again.). The thought of you coming over really caught me off guard. I would've changed my plans if Zool had a phone, he is a flexible guy but he doesn't have one. How could I just abandon him at starbucks and make him wait for me who would not be arriving. Plans changed obviously, since I reached there only to realise that he was still home napping.
But that's beside the point, the rest of our dinner was spent quiet as well as the rest of my stay in your school.
I went to your school to watch you do your work, to help you, to lend you my brushes and paints and this is what I get?
Had I expected something a little more grateful or maybe a smile on your face throughout since we had not seen each other for a really long time.
Was I disappointed? Thoroughly.

Why was it that important to meet my friends and not you, you questioned.
1) I never said that you weren't important
2) If you weren't important, I wouldn't have taken a bus a train and a long walk to see you for 2 hours.
3) I was having the most shittiest school days ever and had to unload this huge burden on to my friends, whom I don't give a shit or not whether they care to listen because they're meant to listen.
4) I don't rant to you about school because there are certain things I know you wouldn't really sympathise with
5) And I'd rather not overload half of our conversation with my complains.
6) You are important, important, important.
(The author has used the word "important" repeatedly, three times, emphasizing her point and trying to apologize, most probably, as sincerely as possible.)

Maybe I shouldn't have brought up the past like you said.
"Oh that means that you've not forgiven me"
Well, I have.
I compared, only to show you CLEARLY that I am not neglecting you and if I was, I wouldn't have answered your calls, like what you did, which is in the past, which is inevitable, which I do not want to talk about now or ever again.
The comparison was merely to show you that I am not neglecting you and that you are important.

Stirring up the unnecessary and disappointments just floating everywhere, every single nook and cranny.

How tired am I? Very, extremely.

And I thought that since you were in my shoes last year, that you would understand but maybe not.

This is how I am when I've so many things to say and when my phone is too slow to type out such a long 10 page sms.



ANYWAY, Yes, it is Friday and I met an old church/childhood friend, a Marisse Isabel AK Caine, an invisible Zoolekchong WatPangsai and an angry girl who made me eat the most delicious Roti John ever.