Heh

I have to detach myself from you and everything and everyone that is remotely reminiscent of you. Your friends, the places we go to, the food we ate, the juice we drank, the activities we did together, the expressions you say. That means our friends (the friends I met through you), the mall, the terminal, your house, your old school, the entire city you live in, McDonald’s, the food we bought using your debit card, Dutchmill and any yogurt product, frisbee, going to the movies, watching Urban Myx, playing at WOF, playing bingo, the words: bangis, mas masarap pa sa first love, pangitun, etc. Oh, and your fuqing cap and those fuqing shoes she gave you and the entirety of your style. And the list goes on but my brain has to stop thinking about you at some point because that’s all it ever does.

I will cry myself to sleep every night how ever long it takes until I get you out of my system completely.