Shook my head and took a quick turn, heading for the PC. Listened to him brag for 5 minutes about his THREE new audio tech headphones that he caught at the arcade. Sigh. Mafia warred and watched Imaginarium, which was awesome, as predicted.
I miss the days when I had all the money in the world to go watch any movie I wanted. Fuck, when I had the money to BRING people out to watch a movie. Fuck that even more, when I had SO much money I could tell them "bring your friends too and it's all on me."
The world's such a lonely place when you don't have anything. No money, no car, no honey, no food, no nice home to welcome people over..
Joyce called. Then Wayne. "You have 10 minutes, we're gonna pick you up and we're gonna eat at BK down at Bugis." Yadda, yadda... and showered, and ran down. If I lived on the 2nd floor, I might've jumped out of my window.
So.. nice guy he was, he bought me dinner and everything. Then Joce asked, "so how's lyn? have you heard from her?" IDK.
So, Lyn, how are you? How have you been? Are you still alive? Kicking? Killing?
Haha. Sarcasm's a bitch. I don't know what level of depression and shit she's going through, but I know it probably isn't nice. I mean, I went through December, that killed me. I went through January and it killed me even more - I was eating prawn noodles and crying, for fuck's sake. Isha had to stop me from breaking down further and told me it all had to end. Or what I was going through never would.
Fancy something so wise coming from a girl like her, but it made sense, and it's true.
So I don't know how you are, Lyn. But I hope you're doing well. Even though I somehow know... you're probably not, and you've had better weeks. Probably. And even though I know you're addicted to the white sticks.. as much as you deny and say "no, I'm not." I wanna be there for you, I wish I could be there for you, but I don't know how. I know nothing I say will ever be right, and given that you're miserable enough as it seems, you don't need me or anyone else adding up misery.
Came home, and mom flipped at me.
"Selfish people.. see what happened to their bananas?" They were rotten.
The story is this, one night they came home, went out and bought a bunch of bananas. Came home, wrote a card saying "this is C-----'s bananas. do not eat/touch them because C----- needs to eat this to shit."
Mom read it.
I read it.
And tonight what was left of the bananas got all soft, mushy, rotten and black.
Obviously she threw it away, but personally I'd rather have her throw it in their room. Have a smell and a taste of selfishness and greed. And how rotten they are. Am I bad for wishing like that?
Mom seems to think so.
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