The article below is a product of being an insomniac. Sometimes I just wish I could sleep right away after watching my favorite show on TV or after shutting down my laptop or just after taking a shower but then I don't. I don't get to sleep when I get to bed at 2am and it will take me another hour or two before my melatonin finally decides to finally let me doze off.
Eight months later, the boy finally decides to make a move. He calls the girl one Sunday night. The girl and his brother were busy looking at the airsoft guns they are planning to buy for the next day. The phone kept on ringing and when she finally found it under the pillows and was about to answer, he dropped thinking she was ignoring the call.
1 missed call
09267016073
10:12PM
She laughed and told her brother who called. They both laughed.
.*.*.*.*.*.
B: I just want us to be together again.
G: Why do you even bother? We're done. Eight months ago...WE'RE.DONE.
B: I want you back and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for being a jerk. I'm sorry I messed up. I'm sorry I broke your trust. I'm sorry and I don't have an excuse.
G: You don't want to want me back.
B: I do. For the last eight months I do.
G: You wouldn't want to. I'm just not that girl anymore. I'm not that girl who used to believe in every word you say. I'm the girl you used to fool. I'm not the girl you used to ignore. I'm just not that girl anymore. You don't know me anymore and never knew me by the way.
B: I know you. I know you've always been that girl who...
G: NO.
G:You complained how hard your work is?
How your superior reprimands you?
You don't know how hard my work is.
You don't know how the head nurse shouts at me.
You don't know how she belittles me.
You don't know how surgeons can be so arrogant.
You don't know how they humiliate you in front of patients.
You never felt the pain of their words when they talk behind your back.
You don't know how tired I am after a night's duty but I still get to text or call you.
You never cared.
You don't know how scared I am going home at ten in the evening when all you see are motels and strangers at the squatters area.
You don't know.
You don't know because you were never there to fetch me.
You never knew how I spend the next one hour looking for a shuttle or jeepney in Cubao so I can go home to Santolan.
You don't know that.
You never knew that because you never dared to ask.
You are left in your room watching your favorite late night show while waiting for a text from me "I'm home." when you could've volunteered to walk me home even if its just for once in a while but you didn't.
You are left in your room playing cards or betting your ass off on who's gonna win that f*cking cockfight.
You are left in your room while I'm there sitting in my sofa, exhausted, hungry, sleepy yet waiting for a reply.
So don't tell me know me...
Note: I'll post a series of this when I get nostalgic. And so the stress is gone. The sequels to be posted when I get nostalgic again. Hope you enjoyed reading. Omigad, I'm emo tonight.haha
Eight months later, the boy finally decides to make a move. He calls the girl one Sunday night. The girl and his brother were busy looking at the airsoft guns they are planning to buy for the next day. The phone kept on ringing and when she finally found it under the pillows and was about to answer, he dropped thinking she was ignoring the call.
1 missed call
09267016073
10:12PM
She laughed and told her brother who called. They both laughed.
.*.*.*.*.*.
B: I just want us to be together again.
G: Why do you even bother? We're done. Eight months ago...WE'RE.DONE.
B: I want you back and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for being a jerk. I'm sorry I messed up. I'm sorry I broke your trust. I'm sorry and I don't have an excuse.
G: You don't want to want me back.
B: I do. For the last eight months I do.
G: You wouldn't want to. I'm just not that girl anymore. I'm not that girl who used to believe in every word you say. I'm the girl you used to fool. I'm not the girl you used to ignore. I'm just not that girl anymore. You don't know me anymore and never knew me by the way.
B: I know you. I know you've always been that girl who...
G: NO.
G:You complained how hard your work is?
How your superior reprimands you?
You don't know how hard my work is.
You don't know how the head nurse shouts at me.
You don't know how she belittles me.
You don't know how surgeons can be so arrogant.
You don't know how they humiliate you in front of patients.
You never felt the pain of their words when they talk behind your back.
You don't know how tired I am after a night's duty but I still get to text or call you.
You never cared.
You don't know how scared I am going home at ten in the evening when all you see are motels and strangers at the squatters area.
You don't know.
You don't know because you were never there to fetch me.
You never knew how I spend the next one hour looking for a shuttle or jeepney in Cubao so I can go home to Santolan.
You don't know that.
You never knew that because you never dared to ask.
You are left in your room watching your favorite late night show while waiting for a text from me "I'm home." when you could've volunteered to walk me home even if its just for once in a while but you didn't.
You are left in your room playing cards or betting your ass off on who's gonna win that f*cking cockfight.
You are left in your room while I'm there sitting in my sofa, exhausted, hungry, sleepy yet waiting for a reply.
So don't tell me know me...
Note: I'll post a series of this when I get nostalgic. And so the stress is gone. The sequels to be posted when I get nostalgic again. Hope you enjoyed reading. Omigad, I'm emo tonight.haha