A Small Grunt.

As I've been slowly trying to pick up the pieces of my life off the floor, a double combo came and hit me on the forehead.

First, a random call from a drunk certain someone. Telling me all sorts of nonsense which would mean nothing by tomorrow morning. A call that hasn't come through for a couple of months. And suddenly, here it is. It's nothing, really. But flashbacks of memories - good and bad - all came back for a sec.

As I was still dazed, I was left with Kooky's pile of vomit due to overeating (that black Nigger's gotta know when to stop eating man!) to clean up. And when I came back to my laptop, I stared with disbelief at my screen when I received a MSN message from someone I would never want to hear from again.

She had the nerve to ask me if my ex was sleeping. And I had no idea, why would i just reply her with an honest answer instead of just totally ignoring her, or let the bitch in me come out full-on to deal with her. Maybe I'm just really tired and sick to deal with all this anymore.

But, it wasn't enough for her.

Th[i]s.[i]s.m[i]- °© [?] .?.LongLiveLove.? says:
he didnt reply my msg and pick up my calls, i got something to ask.

And went on to ask me if I'm SURE that he is awake. Anyway I told her I wasn't sure and just proceed to say that I hope she won't come to me looking for him everyday unless its a life or death situation. I think I've had enough disrespect from this already. Enough is enough.

Come on, am I being too much, really? Tell me if I am. But in my opinion, I think she's being pretty insensitive. She had no qualms of not talking to me since she had the nerve to put reesioning all over her MSN personal message to let me see during early June, two days before one of my papers, to be exact. She did not even once apologise for doing these to me. For not telling me the truth any earlier. She did not attempt to even explain herself at all.

I'm not saying that I would welcome her back and be all lovey dovey with her if she did, but at least I would know she did partly feel bad for what happened. But not even once, did I hear from her until now. When she finally can't reach him just because he might have fallen asleep. As if what was done before, didn't already hurt enough?!

Really, I'm numb. I'm not sure whether to feel hurt or angry at her. It doesn't matter, I suppose. I believe in karma. For you and that good friend of yours.

On a totally random note, I miss June. She left Melbourne this afternoon and I feel the emptiness already. At the end of the day, it's always her that is around for me and bothers to look for me. Ah, I forsee a lonely week ahead of me.