You're A Different Kind of Psycho

        

        A psychotic person accurately defines you. You're someone who exhibits a mental or emotional unsoundness or instability. Most of your behavior with me suggests all the possible definitions of unstable and unsound which are mostly cringe-worthy. I really don't want to be scared with the way you behave with me but it feels like I'll just be in complete denial if I would still try to convince myself that there's nothing wrong with you because your conduct infers otherwise.

        

        The funny thing about you is that you are actually capable of admitting all your mistakes, all your craziness and all your unstable behavior. You already did admit defeat before and I see you doing it again and again. You go back and forth in a very aggressive way which is exhausting. You actually are the only person I know who can be capable of admission and denial of guilt simultaneously in an aggressive manner.

        

        Things you say change in a matter of seconds. It's like you're just thinking out loud and blaming everything to the person you're talking to.

            To be honest, I don't think I can still help you anymore. I think I did more than enough for you but it's never enough and I'm still the bad person. I blocked you 6 years ago. Your life shattered into pieces. We reunited and you made me feel guilty that's why I felt obligated to redeem you. Now that you're better, I'm still the one with the bad attitude that's why we argue all the time according to you. I avoided you again and again to keep my peace. I tried but you simply just can't handle it. You can't handle without hearing from me for a long time. I just muted you and I quietly exited the scenes. I silently stepped away to avoid any drama. I remained passive and nonchalant. You can't handle it. It's absolutely necessary for you to restore our communication so you can say or do something to tick me off so drama would ensue. 

 

            Why do I allow it, you ask? I'm sure you know why. While it racks my brain how and why you do it like a pro, that I get blindsided by your ridiculous pattern, you package yourself to be my good, old, familiar friend. How can I not buy that? I genuinely think you are because I genuinely am. I know I can't block you anymore because that's another bait for your to pull me back to one of your life dramas. I'm done with all your drama!

           If you ask me, I wanted to remain good friends with you. I really do want to keep you because you have proven yourself someone worth keeping.  But there's something deeply wrong with you that you're still not satisfied with whatever relationship we can still have that you have to initiate chaos. You're supposed to be better but you make a big mess of something that can be peaceful. I can no longer allow you to still continue all your sneaky mental and emotional abuse. Enough is enough!

                You will never hear anything from me ever again. This is it. I won't block you but you will remain restricted and this will be final! You have to let me keep my peace because I deserve this peace. I worked so damn hard to keep my peace and it's mine to keep. It's my life and you have no right to take my peace away from me. Go take your drama some place else but definitely not with me.

                    It's over! I won't buy any more of our sneaky drama. Leave me alone. Please!

Chasing The Dream

What is a dream? What is a fantasy?

Let's dig in the semantics of these words. 

A dream is defined as a strongly desired goal, purpose or an idea that fully satisfies a wish. An "idea" notable for its beauty, excellence and enjoyable quality.

An IDEA.

A fantasy is the power or process of creating especially unrealistic or improbable mental images in response to psychological need.

What if I'm only after the chase?

Once I have what I'm chasing after, what will I chase next? What if there's none after? 

Once I take the plunge and settle down, then my fantasy will become a reality and I don't like realities. Reality is so far from fantasy. 

This is how I see marriage and family. It's something that I need to look forward to but I don't really intend to actually execute it. It's like looking at a fantasy and enjoying how I'm looking at it. I want to bask in the thrill of chasing after the dream. If I'll have that fantasy, then it will no longer be my fantasy. It will become my reality and reality is so different from fantasy. I want it to remain a fantasy.

What if I just need something to dangle right in front of my face so I can chase after it because it's the journey I'm really after. Not the ending. 

I think I got everything that I need but I want to just keep chasing the dream.

Now, who would want to chase that dream with me? I can chase after that ideal someone too. 

As You Wish Bitch!

You were toxic again last night. For a short while I thought I wouldn't get that kind of energy from you anymore but maybe some things about you will never really change. I decided to create this write up as a testament maybe that things do unfold naturally. I feel confident about my predictions because I'm able to harmonize with the flow of cosmic energy. I don't counter it. I just accept things as it is and I learn to embrace my fate or what life brings me.

You were hostile again last night. You always make a grand statement about yourself that you are capable of this and that and that you are comfortable telling me because I'm your friend thats why you tell me. I don't get it. Nobody says these things to me but you. I would never go tell any of my friends that I'm capable of this and that if it's not relevant to them. What for? Unless there's something that I need to figure out about it and I need their opinion.

Imagine, this was your grand statement: "I can make myself love someone if I want to and I can teach myself to unlove someone if I want to."

I only asked you if you were self-aware about how you looked at me when you were in love with me because you relayed to me an instance when your cousin called you out doing it to a waitress. You said yes, you're aware and we're back to your statements about your grandiose self-image. I brought up my letter to you that I've written back in June because there were so many things written there that are relevant to the topic at hand but I just can't bring myself to tell you outright. You're not ready. Then your tone changed. You want me to write things down so I can look back at it and we'll see if everything I've written down is right. It's like you got pissed and then you accused me of bringing up my letter to you all the time because I'm trying to feed your mind to make things happen according to my plan.

So here I am writing my feelings to oblivion. You drained me. You were toxic. After that conversation with you, I realized I don't want to continue talking to you anymore. I already said this months ago and I told myself I'm going to just mute you because I couldn't bear the aftermath in your life the last time I removed you in mine that I felt the need to redeem you. So we're back to silence. Though you will always have a reason to reach out to me. Last time your maximum was 12 days. It became longer because you noticed how I was trying to ignore you by calling out your hostility.

I don't know how to tell you that I can't stand your toxicity. Maybe by the time that you read this, you'd get the idea but that will be such a long wait from now.

I need my peace. I think I've done more than enough for you. What else do you want from me? Haven't you had enough? If you're just going to be a fake friend to me then I don't need you in my life anymore. Go! Do whatever the hell you want! Enjoy your life. Leave me the fuck alone! For the record, I have always been a good friend to you despite all your evil but you're never a good friend to me. You never have been a good friend. You're not a good friend and you never will be. You just pretend to be my friend because you need something from me and you can't stand to be alone. I just learned to remove all the hate in my life and accept things as it is. I value my peace and my life is more peaceful without you around. That's the truth. So you can pretend all you want but the truth will always prevail.

The Love I Knew Was Fucking Lie

I've known it all along. I've known it's been lying to me all along but I just dance along it's music. It's been lying to me. It's still is lying to me and it will continue to lie to me.

I keep trying to remember how love looks like and when I do remember it, I feel happy. It was true love indeed. But it lied. End of story. 

I keep telling myself that I still have hope. That I will find love and love will find me. I'll find my love and the right man for me. But my subconscious is too powerful. It gained it's wisdom thru experience. The greatest man I ever knew-the first love of my life has been lying to my face and he will do everything to maintain the lies. The love I knew was a fucking lie.

No matter how hard I try to pretend that I'm looking for true love, the truth weighs more. There's no truth in love. Love is pain. Love is suffering. Love is sacrifice. Love is hell. It doesn't really have to be but it is in my reality. I didn't choose this life. I'm an offspring of two people who were in love and over time this is what true love is.

This is why I always thought I'm looking for true love but in reality, I've had enough of it. I've witnessed hell from love. I seriously thought I want to be in love with a man. That I need a man to love me and to be with. But I know it all comes with a price and it's not pretty. Because the love I knew was a fucking lie! It lied to me and it will continue the lies.

Fuck love!

The Sum of All Fears

SIX MINUTES & THIRTY SEVEN SECONDS

Where: Reena's Pad at Pililia St.

Date: September, 2015 

X: Okay ba? Okay, recording. Umm.. ocge what happened is not supposed to happen.

T: Okay.

X: Okay? Mali. I don't like it. But it did. So diba nawitness mo naman kung ganung kahirap sakin matanggap yun. Umm.. to set the records straight, I don't want it to happen again. 

X: uh, I've decided.. that we're not going to talk it.. talk about it ever again.

T: Mkay.

X: I will pretend that it never happened.

T: Okay.

X: Okay? 

X: So since magaling naman ako jan diba? And hazy naman sakin yung i.., deed although I know that it happened eh. Hazy sakin pero an.. alamu yun, andun yung.. hinde, it happened. And it's fucked up. Gladys fucked up. Ganun yung naaalala ko. Although yun lang yung picture na naaalala ko. Yon. Uhmm.. so hindi ko sha pwedeng makalimutan but I've decided that we're going to pretend that it never happened.

T: Okay.

X: With terms and conditions shempre.. hahaha

X: It will never happen again. You have to promise me. You have to give me your word. kase I can't promise you.. kase you know me. I like ff.. fucking around. I like getting stoned. I like getting wasted. There are times that I like that because every time we're together.. alamu yun, may mga times eh.. na okay to. Perfect to. And I can't, we can't, all of us can't really predict what's gonna happen on that night. Diba?

And you can't just tell me na, 'o di iiwas ako pag may ganun, iiwasan kita. That's stupid eh. Kase we're friends, we're barkada eh. 

T: cough

X: So it will.. diba one way or another you have to be there. Kahit marami tayo, meron, may times na darating na it will just be the two of us. Ako, a- kaya ko. Diba, kase wala sha sa utak ko e. Para sakin nga ang state of mind ko it never should have happened eh. 

Eto Gladys, kung nasa ras, rasyonalidad ako, rational thinking.. I will never do it. It will never cross my mind and it's not, I can't do it. It's not a, ganna happen. So yung sinasabi kong the weight is on you, gets mo ba? Kase ikaw eh. Ikaw yuuung gumawa non. Kahit sabihin mong hindi mo naman gagawin yun kapagka hindi ko gusto eh that's stupid. That's fucked up. Kase kung rationale, nasa rationality ako, ayoko non!

T: Eh ako rin naman eh

X: I know! So we're both. Sabihin nating wala ka sa katinuan kaya nagawa mo yun but you did. Tapos na. Nagawa na eh. So.. ito nga yung terms and conditions ko. Cge, we're.. I'm going to pretend that it never happened. We're never gonna to talk about it again.

T: mkay.

X: This is going to be the last time that we're going to talk about it.

T: Okay.

X: Okay? Because it never happened eh. Yun terms and conditions ko, given that yun nga, you're gan give me your word that it's never ganna happen again.

T: Yes.

X: No matter what happens. Kahit sabihin ko sayong gusto ko. Naintindihan mo?

T: mkay. 

X: Kase in the right state of mind. Xyra's right state of mind, she will never do that. Ever. It will never cross her mind. It's not even an option. Ibaa.. indi ako, iba ko eh. 

T: Oh

X: Diba. Kilala mo ko. Diba? Ang gusto ko ngang i-sex yung pang asawa ko na e. So imposible talagang it will cross my mind. Naintindihan mo? It never will. And right now, again, I'm going to pretend, it never did. It will ne-eh, basta it will never happen again.

T: okay.

X: Kahit anung mangyari. Kahit maghubad ako sa harap mo Gladys!

T: okay.

X: Walang malisya sakin yun

T: okay.

X: okay? Alam ko sinasabi ko sayo to kase alam kong mahirap sayo yun. Diba?

T: giggles

X: hahaha hindi easy sayo yun

T: okay.

X: kase.. parang.. the fact that you did that.. sakin..

X: diba? Alamu na napag-usapan na natin to kagabi.

T: mkay. 

X: So yung sinasabi ko sayo.. ang.. naalala ko pinag-usapan natin kagabi.. hindi mo gagawin yun pero pag sinabi kong gusto ko gagawin natin diba? Hahaha usapan natin. Ngayon, I'm setting the records straight. Kase there's no fucking way that I would want that.

T: okay.

T: edi okay.

X: Hindi gagawin, hindi mangyayari yun at hindi sha mangyayari kahit magkasama tayo sa kwarto, sabog ako, wasak ako, maghubad ako, walang mangyayari Gladys.

T: okay. 

X: You have to give me your word.

T: owkay. 

X: O yun yung terms and conditions ko. Diba yun lang? Simple lang diba? And we're never ganna talk about it ever again. 

T: okay.

X: it never happened.

T: okay.

X: Ganun. Ganun yung mangyayare ah. Walang nangyare. Pero meron tayong inside joke all the time. Hahaha alamu na.. kung alamu pag binabanggit ko yun may inside joke na tayong dalawa. Iniisip ko nga kung..

T: Wag ka ng mag inside joke! 

X: Hinde!

T: Bakit pa?!

X: Kase nakakatawa e! Hahaha nakakatawa diba? Nakakatawa naman talga eh. Pero ch.. naisip ko.. ocge we're never ganna to talk about it again. I'm going to pretend it never did. It never did. I can joke about it because it never happened. Ya understand?

T: ocge

X: The inside joke? It never happened e.

T: pero hindi ka naman nagjjoke ng ganun before e o bakit ngayon magjjoke ka na?

X: eh ito na yung repercussions ng nangyari

T: ocge.

X: nangyari e but it never happened diba? So we can joke about it because w.. wala namang nangyari e.

T: okay.

X: wasak ako e. Diba?

T: okay.

X: Pero, iniisip ko rin.. naisip ko kase gusto ko sabihin kina Johann hahahaha 

T: putra.. siraulo? (inaudible)

X: bullshit laughs

X: kase nakakatawa diba? Pagka boys magegets nila yun e diba they do that e hahaha gets mo? Diba magkakawave length kayo alam nila yan pag aasarin ka nalang non pero yun nga basta so far ito yung deal ko. Never happened at walang mangyayari ulit. Okay?

T: okay.

X: Agree!

T: Agree!

X: End of recording.

ELEVEN MINUTES & THIRTY ONE SECONDS

Where: Inside Bumble Boo while on hazard in front of my place

When: September 2015

X: Start of recording.

X: Anung tinarantadu kita tas ginago kita?

T: eh.. 

X: I never said that.

T: oo pero ganun yung.. ganun yung..

X: Wait lang. Again, we're recording for the second time kase merong mga realizations na nangyari after we've discussed about what happened the night of September 23 or 22 basta at Prime Residences. Kase narealize ko rin yun after a few days when we recorded something. Something that we've agreed na we're never ganna talk about it? Because it never happened. Now, we're talking about it. Kase, I noticed on that recording, hindi ka nagsalita. Tapos ngayon may sinasabi ka. So, you were saying..

T: Nagsorry, nagsosorry ako sayo diba

X: Dun sa, what happened

T: Sa, yes. Kase kaibigan kita and you're saying sakin na, "Gladys, in my state of mind, so you were saying that it's just me that did it. So, ako, parang inaano mo sakin na..

X: No, no, no, no. You misinterpret me. Dun sa sinabi ko sayo na: "In my state of mind, I will never do that." Hindi ko ibig sabihin na, ikaw, gusto mo! You understand? Kase nangyari na yun. I understand na pareho tayong wasak kase sa totoo lang

T: O kaya nga I feel sorry

X: Oonga. Hindi ko kase talaga

T: Kase kaibigan din kita

X: Yes.

T: Diba magkaibigan tayo. Ayoko rin naman na mawala ka sakin. Kaya nga sabi ko sayo non, ikaw pinagdedecide ko anu bang gusto mo? Gusto mo ba wala nalang maglayo nalang tayo hindi nalang tayo magkikita. Ikaw ang pinagdecide ko kase I can't decide at that moment. Right now nagsosorry ako because of what happened. Pero I feel sorry for what happened. 

It's not.. kase.. it.. when you say you feel sorry o, you feel sorry. You feel sad of what happened. Get mo? Pero I'm not saying na I'm admitting it. It's my fault. 

X: Oo. I understand. Pero yun nga kase yung sinasabi mo, yung words mo kanina sinasabi ko na ginago kita, hindi ko ginusto yun, na sinasabi ko pala na sinabi, na sinasabi ko sayo na, 'ginago mo ko Gladys, hindi ko gusto yun, ikaw lang may gusto non. Hindi yun yung, I don't mean that.

T: oo, na namisinterpret ko yung recording mo

X: oo, ang sinasabi ko.. what I meant.. kase diba uhm.. ikaw, tomboy ka Gladys, ako straight. 

T: oo

X: Yung nangyayari pag lasing ka is in your subconscious mind.

T: okay

X: yung sinasabi ko sa recording, it will never cross my mind. It's not even in my subconscious mind. Kung mawawasak ako, hindi.. ako nga yung type na hindi ko nga naiisip makipagsex eh! Pag wasak ako, pag lasing ako. Diba nag-aagree ka nga dun sa recording. Kilala mo ko eh. Diba? Nai, naiisip mo ba na ganun akong tao. Kilala mo naman ako e.

T: Hindi ko alam kase that night ano pa ba yung mga pinag-uusapan natin

X: No, no, no, no, general to. General. Not on that night. Xyra. As herself. Pag lasing nalilibog? Pagkakakilala mo sakin. 

T: Hindi ka naman nalalasing e. Kelan ka ba naglalalasing. 

X: General to. Kunyari.. general, gets mo ba? 

T: Onga kelan ka pag time na magkaka, nalasing ka

X: oo, ako ba yung ganung type. Kunyari yung wala ko sa sarili, ang gugustuhin ko bang, makipagsex. Gets mo ba?

T: I wouldn't know that because I've never seen you drunk.

X: Anu ka ba lagi akong lasing diba

T: Kelan? 

X: Sumusuka nga ako jan sa fortuner. Ang dameng nangyayaring hindi ko naaalala, sa Opus.

T: Once lang yun diba sa Fortuner na kasama nyo ko na lasing na lasing ka

X: Yes

T: Every time nag-iinuman tayo sino bang lasing? Kame naman laging lasing ah.

X: Ocge, pag nalalasing ako, nakikita mo ba ko na ako yung maghahanap ng sex pag lasing?

T: Hinde kase ang nakikita ko lang naman sayo nagsususuka ka, basag ka

X: Yun nga. So parang ang point ko lang kase non. Um.. ka-sakin, general to e. I'm not pinpointing on you. I'm not pin pointing pero, generally, ang, ang tao pag nalalasing sila, dalawa yan, naghahanap sila ng violence or sex. Earthly desires or sex. Ganun din yung TREND NG LAHAT diba pag lasing. OKAY. Nag.. diba. Someone will sleep around. Someone will sleep with someone. Ganun yung trend! Pero ako hindi kase ako yung kagaya nila. Diba you do that. Si Angela. Ikaw. Everyone! Johann! Pam! Diba? That's the, that's the norm! Sa mundo natin? Ako ba yung one of them? Na pag lasing naghahanap ako ng 

T: ocge bakit

X: Naiintindihan mo ba yung point ko?

T: oo naiintindihan ko.

X: I'm not saying na, "ikaw, ganun ka eh!" Pero ako. Eto ko Gladys. Hindi ko naiisip yun.

T: okay. 

X: alamu yon. 

T: Oo.

X: Kaya ko, pag pinapakinggan ko yung recording, naa-nag-aagree ka sakin sinabi ko yung part na yun. Kilala mo ko diba? Oo, you agreed. So, alamu. You know me. But I'm not saying na ikaw lang may gusto non kase hindi ako yun eh naintindihan mo? Wala kong sinabing ganon. Ang sinabi ko lang 'but it already happened e'.

T: oo.

X: Hindi mo rin alam. Sinabi mo rin kase 'Hindi ko rin, ako rin naman e!' Oonga andun na tayo. Pero it already happened. Gets mo?

T: oo.

X: So pero hindi kita sinisisi. Gets mo. Yun lang. Yung ako kilala mo ko. When I said it's not in my subconscious mind. Wala talga sha. Kung magkakaron man ako ng inclination, ngayon nga lang nangyari sakin yan diba. Inaadmit ko naman yan e out loud. Ngayon, I'm longing for sex. I miss having sex. Kase before, after my expe, after my relationship with Ace, I don't experience that. Yung namimiss ko yung sex. Now, I do. 

T: oonga sinabi mo kagabi. 

X: When after I experienced having sex with Marlon, with Daniel. Namimiss ko. I miss it. I can have sex with any, with boys, marami, pwede, pero yung vow ko eh. You know it. I want to do it.. my next sexual activity will be within marriage. So you think, pag nalasing ako, papasok sa utak ko yun? 'Ay makikipagsex ako!' Diba? Yun lang. Again, I'm not blaming you. I decided to record again kase nga dun sa first recording natin hindi ka nagsalita. And again, we ah.. both agreed that we're not ganna talk about it anymore but we are talking about it now. 

T: okay.

X: So, kaya nirecord ko.

T: okay. 

X: So anu yung..

T: last na to. Na pag-uusapan natin.

X: Anu yung sasabihin mo? Meron ka pang sasabihin?

T: Wala na. Ja, yun lang. Yung sinabi ko kanina na

X: So at least,

T: Nagsorry ako. Kase parang ano eh. Hindi ko alam kung ano pero ako, kaya ko na rin shang ano e. Get mo? Wala na.

X: oo

T: Pwede eh. Nakita mo naman tayo parang balik nalang tayo sa normal diba.

X: oo

T: Pero parang I felt na hindi ako nagsalita non parang 

X: oo

T: I think I owe you that na kailangan

X: oo

T: magsalita naman ako diba

X: at least you feel the same way

T: kase wala e. Nakita mo naman non

X: naramdaman ko rin yun

T: hindi ko alam e. Hindi ko alam kung anung gagawin, anung iisipin ko. Hindi ko alam kung anung sasabihin ko.

X: oo

T: hindi ko alam.

X: Oo. Nakita ko rin naman na you got really rattled.

T: Yung sa recording ikaw lang nagsalita. Oo lang ako ng oo.

X: oo

T: Pero ngayon gusto kase magkaibigan tayo e diba parang.. and I, I feel sorry kung anu yung nangyari non eh, get mo?

X: mm

T: Dapat hindi naman nangyari yun kase friends tayo e

X: Totoo. And again sabi ko sayo masakit sakin yung nangyari

T: I know alam ko sinasabi mo na ikaw ganyan masakit ah ikaw yung, ikaw yung mahihirapan. Ganyan ganyan. Ganyan ganyan.

X: oo, oo

T: Ako, sabi ko diba ako yung mahihirapan. Ganyan ganyan. Naiintindihan ko pero shempre sa part mo alam ko yun. Alam ko na mahirap yun. Kaya nga hindi ko nga alam kung papanu kita iko- hindi ko alam kung papanu ko sasabihin sayo 

X: Hindi. Masakit sakin yung nangyari, may nangyari satin na we did that although madali ko shang i-brush off coz I already gave my word na we're going to pretend that it never happened.

T: Ya! Ako rin naman e. Kaya ko na rin sha kalimutan e.

X: Kase, totoo e. Easy sha sakin. Hindi. Unang, in the first place, hindi ko sha mashado naaalala, ang naaalala ko lang yung picture na yon. That fucking image that you were doing something sakin. Yun lang! The rest, WALA! Hindi ko nga naaalalang nagkiss tayo, how we went there? Wala. Yun lang! I just know that something happened. MALI! At again, kung iisipin ko, kung tatanggapin kong may nangyari, hindi na kita magiging kaibigan kase hindi okay sakin yon. Alam mo yung vow ko. But something happened. So, to save you. Our friendship. Kase mahal kita Gladys e. I've decided na. Hindi. To pretend that nothing happened. And again. Another one. Another point. Pag inisip kong andaling gawin! If I did it with someone, ang, it's so easy for me to do it again. It will be so much easy for me to do it with you again. You know why? Kase hindi ka lalaki. Wala kong nararamdamang mabigat na feeling parang wala, BABAE! Okay lang yan! Nalilibog ako, gusto ko Gladys. Let's do it! But I'm not that type. I.. Xyra is not that person. Diba? I can be but Xyra is not that type of person e. But again, sinasabi ko posible diba? Babae ako and naiintindihan ko na ang libog, naintindihan mo ba?

T: Mm-mm

X: But again, hindi ko sha gustong gawin sa babae. We're so close sobrang parang komportable na tayo sa isa't isa. Alam ko na nga kung anung nararamdaman mo e nakikita palang kita. Kanina nga alam ko na agad e kung anung nararamdaman mo may pinagdadaanan ka na. Diba? Nakita lang kita non na ganun ka. Diba so parang ayoko mawala ka Gladys. I have to do this. I have to pretend that nothing happened.

T: okay

X: okay I just wanna let that out. 

T: yun lang.

X: pero happy ako na nagsalita ka. Kase nasa isip ko yun eh pag pinapakinggan ko tong recording. Hindi sha nagsalita. Umoo lang sha ng umoo parang napilitan or siguro kase nahiya dahil may nangyari umoo nalang ng umoo. So okay nako na you gave your words. Yun lang.

T: okay. 

X: Do you have any last message?

T: wala na. 

X: K, end of recording.

Here's My Message To You After All

             

            Finally, I've decided to write to you. So far, I've written 6 entries about you in my infamous blog. There are 3 entries in May and another 3 entries in June. I didn't plan any of those except maybe for May because it was your birthday month so I told myself I'm going to dedicate entries for you. Those entries were all spontaneous out of sheer whim. There were a lot of bursts of emotions triggered by your unstable behavior. There were countless feelings of longing for you or shall I say longing for the illusion you planted in my head. This is my coping mechanism. If you use people or a victim to divert your attention so you can feel better, I, on the other hand, just "write". It's safe. It's not messy. I'm not going to hurt any innocent person and disrupt their peace. It's not going to complicate my life nor any relationship I have with anyone but it still helps me stay sane and it keeps me balanced. Writing empowers me and it enables me to understand how I really feel and see things, people and the situation more clearly. It stabilizes me and it calms me down to a great degree. Now this will be my official message to you-our grand finale.

             I know time will come when we'll get to this point where in we'll have to talk about us again. You will be able to read all the entries I've dedicated to you because I will print all of it and personally hand them to you. Time will come when you're going to spend some time here in my room again and make no mistake, I will play the recorded conversations we had back in 2015 so we can listen to it again together. I recorded two conversations after the tumultuous episode you created between us which is the catalyst of the transformation of our relationship over the years. The regretful night when you decided to have sex with me while I was blacked out and fucked up drunk and stoned then you made yourself and me believe I wanted it too when I don't even understand how two females can have sex. Now I know why we never listened to the audio I recorded 10 years ago (it's 9 years ago today but I'm thinking in the future coz I think we're going to listen to it next year when you're going to be reading this) when I was in New Jersey with you 4 months ago. Today, (when you're reading this which will be next year-2025) is the best time and place for us both to listen to those two audio recordings together. It's the perfect time, indeed, to look back and ruminate on what really happened to us from then to now. Can you imagine it's been a decade?

            I'm not okay Gladys, or maybe I am because I did everything possible to be better and it took years! YEARS, Gladys, not days, not weeks, not months and not just a year nor two, nor three, nor four. It took a bad ass, long, painful, awfully dark, silent and hard time. Now, I think I'm happy and I'm better and stronger but I tremble. I will break if I will be forced to look at my family situation at face value. I won't be able to breathe. It feels like I'm already dead. I will never get over the fact that my very own father single handedly created hell in our very own home. He intricately propagated hatred, grudge and hostility between my siblings and me to a great degree over time. That's all of my three siblings against me. Do you know how twisted that is? I can't even talk about it with anyone because he is my goddamn father! He was my hero. I'm a daddy's girl and this is the price to pay to be the apple of his eye. It kills me to talk about it because they are my motherfucking family! It's the only way how I knew exactly what's going on with you and your ex wife when you reached out to me in October, last year. I'm a victim of a deep, malignant, classic, covert narcissist and both of them are my parents! You know how difficult it will be to make other people understand what I'm talking about. The only people who may be able to understand my situation are the ones with experience from narcissistic abuse and maybe close family and friends who know my family and I, from then to now.

            What happened to me is hard to swallow. I was able to swallow it whole but it changed me. It changed my life. It changed who I am. I don't think I would ever consider getting a full arm tattoo if I didn't go thru all the bullshit. I'm now alone. I have no one with me. All my siblings abandoned me and just decided I don't exist anymore if I won't allow them to persecute me explicitly. Do you know how painful that is? I staggered to pull myself together over the years and the very people I expected to help me get back on my feet are the same people who want to desecrate me instead. It's the most painful of all the pains in this world that it left me stuck. I'm shaken and paralyzed out of disbelief. This is the reality of my life. At this point in time, I've realized that I've already accepted everything and that I've already moved on. I just don't have energy left anymore. What happened to me sucked the life out of me that I can't take anymore pains. I'm good. I no longer have energy for more pains. The love I knew growing up was a lie. My world has become very quiet and most of the time, lonely. But I'd rather have this life than another life where in I'd have to endure more pains from the unknown. At the very least the pains I endure today are from people I love so dearly and that doesn't take away the pain at all. It amplifies it. That's why I say all the time, it feels like I'm already dead. I have already outgrown being tired of taking all the pains that I just want to be quiet. Friends will always be there to make things better but things have changed with time and age. When your very own family abandons you, it will hurt every goddamn second! My only survival is staying high or taking advantage of my fucked up memory. I don't even think I forget anything anymore. It's just that I have to learn how to forget so I can survive and would still choose to go on with my life. This is how I understood why some people end their lives but I'm not suicidal. I'm in love with just life itself! The pleasure and pain is all worth living life to the fullest.

            People tell me I should just leave home, find another place to stay and maybe live a better life. You know what Reena said? Migrating to U.S. to be with you is the easiest thing to do for me. It would look like I'm leaving the country to migrate to U.S. and not because of any family issues. But this is my home and they are my parents. I owe my life to them. I'm comfortable in my own home and I am grateful for the finer things I have. If my very own family, my own blood, my very own father would have the determination, intestinal fortitude and the backbone to drive all my siblings away from me to hate me and hurt me this way just for some silly neurotic, psychotic and narcissistic reasons, and my siblings didn't even dare to give a shit about me, not even one of them dared to ask what's the real deal with me and accepted just one truth that I should be rotting in hell right now, what more can a stranger do? And the most numbing and debilitating question I have which I no longer have energy to ask is, how horrible can I be that I deserve to be a pariah? 

            

                I'd rather have my family hurt me than any stranger or shall I say I'd rather have my family endure my horrifying existence than listen to another stranger tell me they can't handle me anymore. You, yourself told me that, remember? I heard you loud and clear three months ago, on April 17, 2024, one Wednesday after work. The fact is, my very own family walked away from me. There's no better validation of how horrible of a person I am. I don't need anyone else to realize my dirty secret for me and wait for them to walk away from me too just like how you did and all the other men who wanted me at first and then walked away from me too according to you. That's your belief of my experiences with my past suitors, right? It's your narrative, not mine. I told you I will remember every bit of emotion. Thank you for reminding me about how horrible I am like I'm not being reminded about it every day when my siblings are not talking to me while they come up with all their exclusive plans here and there, on a daily basis like I don't exist. Thank you for showing me your true colors amidst your 'ideal lover' role play.

             

                    I also vividly remember that I wasn't doing anything dubious to you then for me to deserve hearing those words from you. I was just trying to justify your rudeness to me then, for your sake, because you were stressing you love me but it's not what you want. You were overreacting and being hostile and too defensive like I'm the one forcing myself with you when you're the one calling and texting non stop. You can't even stand one day without reaching out to me like I'm your property. You were raising your voice and slatting out hurtful comments which pummelled me and I was just playing stupid to still find reasons to condone your behavior. Then you kept telling me how thankful and grateful you are to me? Your narcissism at it's finest.  

             Imagine how I have to manage taking all your bullshit while I'm shaking and trembling with my own personal, real life issues which are not delusional nor self-inflicted just like how yours are, by the way. Imagine how I've already accepted my family situation but I'm still enduring the whiplash. I'm practically paralyzed. You, on the other hand tried to romance, again, at the time of this writing, how many? I bet you're in love again or to everyone's terror, engaged! Jesus Christ, have mercy on your family who loves you deeply. They don't deserve what you're doing to them. On the other hand, it's not like I don't have options right? You were even one them. Pardon me. I was just thinking out loud. I don't mean to hit your ego nor to incite another argument with you. For the love of God, have mercy on me Gladys. I don't know how else shall I tell you for you to understand that I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE BULLSHIT. You can take all your defenses and arguments with you. I'm not interested. You're the perfect one and I'm the horrible one. The fact that I'm now all alone, enduring withdrawal of everyone closest to me is one strong testament that I'm a horrible person. No more arguments. I already lost. You already won. But please quit taking things personally because not everything is about you. For what it's worth, maybe you can consider how psychotic you can come across another person because you certainly did that gracefully with me repetitively. You kept telling yourself we're friends when, not even once, you remembered to ask me how I was doing taking blows from you day by day. It's always about you and your psychotic whims.

                If I never went thru my shit, I can imagine I would've been married and I would've already started a family of my own years ago. That's the life that I've always imagined I would have. But that's not the case because our life doesn't always play out the way we want it to. This is one of the reasons why I appreciated it when you came back. I have a familiar buddy who knows who I am and wants to be with me. You came back a totally different person giving me all the love you have in you and even more. It's like you unmasked your deep desires over me and it freed you. For the first time in our relationship, I saw how real and happy you were considering you were going thru divorce and a nasty break up. It felt like you've already moved on and have forgotten that you're supposed to be grieving because the life that you have with me is what you've been waiting for your entire life. It made me feel alive again. It feels so good to feel loved because I was abandoned by people I love the most. I felt guilty for blocking you in my life because I'm still going thru the pains of abandonment aside from the fact that you made me feel responsible. Pulling you back up is just the right thing to do. It was more of a moral responsibility for me.  Your love and companionship is just a plus and a breather. But it's definitely not for you to hurt me too. I don't even know why you want to hurt me. Are you enjoying it? I no longer have space for that. I always tell you but you don't listen. It's one of the reasons why I never get into a relationship. I can no longer handle getting hurt. My reception to hurtful life experiences have changed that's why I don't want to allow it in my life. I know that I won't be able to handle it anymore so I don't engage in anything that would stimulate any drama in my life. You love drama and hostility is just part of who you are. It's what makes you a female and a deep, malignant narcissist. That's why for me, females are for males and males are for females. It keeps the cosmos balanced. The cacophony you create for being a stone butch lesbian in your mid 40's but is symbolic of a needy, clingy virgin, damsel with long, curly hair and beautiful, mesmerizing eyes in her puberty stage who is crazy to fall madly and deeply in love would make anyone's ears bleed. 

                I felt so happy when you came back but you just made all my pains come back in waves with all the drama you bring with you. You can't even be my friend anymore. I never felt so alone in my entire life. It breaks me that I have to go thru new waves of pains with you when I've done nothing to keep my life peaceful no matter how lonely it has become. You keep telling me you're thankful and grateful to me for helping you rise and waking you up from your delusional misery but honestly, it doesn't feel that way at all! It even feels like there's some bottled up hatred in you towards me for showing me such hostility. Where is all that coming from? After all the emotional abuse I went thru with you, whenever you're trying to be nice, I know it's just a mask behind someone who's just waiting to unleash a rage that is quiet but is always ready to be triggered by your very own delusions of hostility. You should always be responsible for how you act but it's always somebody else's fault with you. Stop blaming me or other people for who you are.

                If you still remember how I tendered to your wounds when you were broken and was a totally different person, I never gave you drama but pure kindness, love and compassion. It's something that I never got when I went thru the rabbit hole of unbearable aches and pains. Seeing you go thru it is heartbreaking so I wanted to resuscitate you. I believe that's exactly what I did. I don't know why you can't do the same for me. You even dared to paint me differently just to make sense of your toxic traits and malevolent mind. Why is it so hard for you to remove drama in your life? I have my own battles too but I never bothered you about it. All I'm asking from you is one thing. Peace and love. Those aren't two things because it goes together. You were able to give me that for a short while. It's the sweetest thing I got from you but why is it so hard for you to keep it? You were still married and your wife then hasn't signed your divorce papers yet when you kept telling me you want someone who loves you, you want to feel loved and you want to be in love. Wasn't that already your then, wife at that time? Haven't you had enough drama in your life? Do you know how sick you sound for having the nerve to tell me you want to be loved, feel loved and be in love that's why you think you're not the one for me when you're still in deep shit with your divorce and credit card debts with your current wife, then? You're the one forcing a relationship between us and not me. All I thought I was doing was being there for you as your friend because you needed help. You're the one who confessed your hidden desires and undying love for me but I never took advantage of you. Ruminating about all the instances when you creatively innovate an argument confirms 'gaslighting' is one of your innate qualities and natural habits. You think everything is about you and how you feel. It doesn't matter to you if your actions will destroy another as long as you're getting something from it. People around you react to how you behave towards them, then you make a fuss about their reaction and it's never your fault. You're like a sinless angel with a halo and an inflated sense of self. You're one classic, deep, malignant, covert narcissist just like my dad. That is just sad.

                You can't tell me you got better. You can't tell me you are. You can't tell anyone that. Maybe you can but the fact that you have to be belligerent about it says how shaken you still are or maybe you're just being the old toxic you. So which is which? Either way needs repair right? I was hoping your experience taught you well but I guess old habits die hard. Healing and progress takes time. It took years with me. What makes you think it's any less with you? Quit with your delusions of grandiose! It just makes you worse than what you actually were. Be humble. Accept defeat. Lose your obsession of taking control. Study the art of stoicism and the dichotomy of control. Stop taking everything personally all the time that you have to take it against you then overreact when it's not necessary. You end up taking things out of context and the interaction with you becomes a series of evolving arguments. It's endless! Not everything is about you. Be truthful to yourself and to other people. You don't have to edit the truth all the time. Just keep it real! If you're not taking anything from anyone nor hurting anyone, I don' see any reason why you have to lie or even pretend or keep things. We're not young anymore. You have the freedom to enjoy life fluidly no matter what the cost. Accept all your flaws. We're all flawed. That's the essence of our humanity. You have the biggest ego and pride on earth and that quality of you just makes you weaker than you actually are. You don't have to prove yourself to anyone but to yourself and you can't brag about yourself to anyone especially to me. Every time you brag about how magnificent you are to anyone, it just makes you a legitimate big black hole! It's the core of your narcissism. If anyone strokes your ego or patronizes you then it's either that person is stupid or that person thinks you're that stupid. Inner strength is cultivated and it takes a very long time. It doesn't happen right after divorce papers are signed.

                I'm writing to you as a friend. I'm your friend who have known you for more than 18 years and would want to believe that you are a good person in spite of all the evil in you that you just love to coddle. I'm not your enemy. We're supposed to be on the same team. I've done nothing but to help you, make you feel loved, show you kindness and compassion in your dimmest days and be a friend to you despite the fact that you have a knack for poisoning our friendship and whatever relationship we can still have. I want to keep you in my life but you're driving me away with your habitual toxic traits so it would be impossible because you choose to be impossible. I won't be able to stand you anymore. You are a contemptible person for doing things that are, to me, unimaginable but then you still had the audacity to accuse me for wanting it because you don't want to be the only one who did. Once again it's not your fault and you think not owning up to what you did will free you of guilt. If that's not pure and deep evil then I don't know what is. Now look at where it got you. 

                To summarize our life, Gladys, it would only be realistically acceptable that you've done those nasty things because you really are in love with me. The peace and love you've given me while you were head over heels in love with me redeemed you. It actually felt real and is pretty much well aligned to how our relationship was ever since we first met. But then you decided it's just your usual love bombing because it's not what you want, right? Just like how you realized that you don't really want that dancer whom you came to Taiwan for. It's going to be a joke of our lifetime if everything you said and did to me was just temporary. And you still want us to be friends after all your infatuation, seduction, lust, love bombing, and manipulation? This is how impossible our relationship have become. It's like you've mastered the playbook on how to emotionally abuse a close friend or any random person you fancy.  I can hear you want to argue about this again and would tell me, "You offered it. We both wanted it." You're right. It's supposed to be mission accomplished for the both of us, right? Maybe we both romanced an illusion you initiated but you being rude, mean and toxic about it was never part of the deal. You were a totally different person when I came up with the idea and my sole purpose was to revive you and for you to see yourself and your life outside the hell you created because you were too lost in it. But definitely not for you to just prey on me then emotionally abuse me after all. Give me a little bit of respect.

                      Remember when I told you, "Pag di mo na ko kailangan, itatapon mo nalang ako." This is exactly what I was talking about. You got better and you just decided you don't want to be in love with me like we're just role playing. Suddenly, I'm just your official shock absorber and you even had the audacity to tell me, "hindi na kita gagamitin." How fucked up is that? I can't tell if you're assuming it's okay with me for you to just use me or you're deliberately being rude to my face telling me you're just using me. Are you just triggering a reaction from me? How do you expect me to still treat you as my friend after doing that and saying that to my face? You said you can teach yourself anything you want as long as you want it right? You knew that it's all in your mind and yet, you navigated it the way you did. After everything I did for you, I'm not even asking you to return the favor but what's with your outright disrespect? What kind of relationship do you think we have? How you treated me which actually came out of your mouth is the direct metaphorical translation of throwing someone like garbage. It's practically and figuratively accurate. It feels accurate. My instincts are always right. I've predicted this will happen from the start and it happened exactly the way I predicted it. This could also be a projection of you trying to protect yourself. It's your defense mechanism for knowing in your heart I'm the one you want to be with after all. It was me. It is me and it will always be me. You think you're fucked because I don't feel the same way and you just want to fuck me over. #ego #pride #insecurity Up to the last minute, I'm still trying to justify your actions and finding reasons to condone your sick behavior.

                Gladys, you single handedly invoked chaos between us the very moment you decided that your lust will slide gracefully with me and then make me believe I wanted the same thing. Now, I'm not even insisting that you have to be in love with me. But whether you like it or not, this is who we are now and I won't be able to accept you anymore if you'd still choose to pretend to be my friend. You already made the decision to throw our friendship away the very moment you crossed that boundary that made us friends. After 5 years, I chose forgiveness, love, peace and companionship with you but apparently, it will never be enough for you. It's like you felt entitled to own me that you were so comfortable hurting me and it hurt so damn bad. Remember when I told you I can't handle any more pains that's why I choose to be just quiet? The loneliness is killing me. But I'd rather be lonely than this. What did I ever do to you for you to treat me this way? Just stop the pretenses! You're clearly not a definition of a friend.

                I'm not like you at all Gladys. I don't have the habit of teaching myself to love just anyone and then unlove the person anytime I feel like it. I don't get in a relationship or try to get in any relationship with several random people like how you do habitually. Your boss, a dancer, your straight old time friend, that aviation girl from California are just some. There's something pathologically wrong with you if you're still doing that in this day and age. I pick my battles and the people who I allow to stay in my life. That has been me from then but I've become even more limited and restricted now. I can no longer tolerate any sort of bullshit. I want to reserve my remaining energy for strictly peace and love. The fact that we went beyond friendship is no joke with me. It's something serious and I can't just erase that in an instant just like how you can. My only advantage here is that I'm heterosexual so I still feel safe with you even if I'm in love with you (or not). You will never be a threat to me just like how men are. The only risk I'm not willing to take with you is to become a victim of your deep, malignant, narcissistic, neurotic, psychotic and toxic character. I've been directly exposed to an environment whom deep, malignant, narcissistic, psychotic and toxic characters thrive my entire life so I just don't see any point, any reason, any rationale, nor any valid justification on why I would still have to go thru any more toxic episodes with anyone else when I'm still enduring the heavy blow whom two major, classic, malignant, overt and covert narcissists parented in my life. The only thing I want to have in my life in this day and age is PEACE and LOVE. Is that too much to ask? Why can't you just do the same? Why is it so hard to do for you? You just can't let go of your old habits, can you? Now, if you decide that everything was just lust and the usual drama you require to be part of your life on your end because that's just who you are, then tell me, how will I still be able to accept you in my life? 

                Well, there's good news for you. You have the freedom to do whatever you want and whatever makes you happy. If I would go scriptural, there are only 5 purposes for living our life:

               1) Worship - to love Him

               2) Discipleship - to be part of His family

               3) Service - to become like Him

               4) Mission - to serve Him

               5) Fellowship - to tell others about Him

                    You should know this if you're really paying attention to the books you're reading or forcing yourself to read. It's from the book, Purpose Driven Life. However, we're not the religious ones right? In our language or in our earthly words, I can interpret it this way. We live to enjoy life and not to endure it. So learn to live happy and learn to come into terms with yourself so you won't have to find happiness somewhere else or from other people. Truthfully foster gratitude, not the superficial one like how you always tell me repetitively. The fact that you emotionally abused me and brought me mental turmoil in return is a red flag. It doesn't feel like you were thankful at all. In fact, there was a lot of grudge and resentment from you. Find happiness in yourself and your life will feel like a free flowing beer even if you're not smoking weed. Get my drift?

Signing off your drama,

Xyra

P.S.

Your drama is officially over for me. So please do me a favor and just keep your drama to yourself and to people who are okay with it because I will never be. I'm done with it. Enough is enough! You can interpret my letter any way you want. Staying out of my life or in it is a choice so better make one but always remember that your narcissism will never work with me because I learned from the original hardcore masters. I still fucking live with them! You will pale compared to them considering you're already the deep and worse kind. I don't allow toxic people in my life anymore because I have a lot of them already. Your drama is off limits.

I know you have a penchant for repeating things over and over again. So whenever you feel like it, feel free to read this as many times as you like in a day. I know it's a very long letter but hey, it's my version of bottled up emotions towards you transcribed into paper peacefully. It's only a short 25 minute read considering it encapsulated just a few of the erratic episodes you can be capable of from a looking glass of my life's battlefield. Mind you, it's already Part 2. Part 1 ended 6 years ago. Say hello (or good bye) to our second chance! Here's to hoping there's no Part 3. Enjoy your life. That's what I've been trying to do and I would greatly appreciate it if you let me enjoy mine too, peaceful and without your drama. Thanks for the love and have fun!

Lose the bullshit. I know how much you love it. Grow up!

You Will Never Be My Friend

Not anymore.

        

            I need you now. I badly need a friend right now. Someone who knows what's going on in my life whom I can talk to. Someone whom I can breathe out my pains and my hurts and validate it. I expected you to be here with me like how I was there with you as your friend when you were drowning. But I can't even reach out to you because things are now different with you. Things are always becoming complicated with you even if it's not. You have a penchant for making a mess about things which are not even supposed to be messy but with you, straightaway, it's a big issue. I was there for you when you were at your weakest so you told me I can count on you too but we both know that's just lip service.

            I can no longer rely on you to be just my friend. I can't count on you anymore. This is one clear proof that it's no longer possible. I know I can just call you to talk and you will make yourself available for me no matter what. But I know something isn't going to be right again. I can imagine, in the course of time, how you will undoubtably take all the possible chances to rub it in my face that I reached out to you this one time and blame me for things that are not even an issue but it suddenly is because that's just you. You refuted yourself when you said that you will never bother me again, that you've already sent your last message and that you'll never call me again to converse. You still do regularly message me and call me and in each instance you never failed to show me your awkward energy. I never taunted you about it because you were already awkward the whole time we were in contact so it will be redundant for me to still verbalize the obvious. I never rubbed it in your face but I know that you won't think twice to rub it in my face if in case I do reach out to you this one time because that's just who you are. Considering I don't even need to avoid you because I appreciate the fact that you're around. You're not a threat to me because I see you as my friend just like the old times. You're the one who needs regulation.

                You see, you left me this kind of memoir of you-the mean, rude, toxic and hostile one. It would've been better if you left me the suppressed, unparagoned and once in a lifetime facet of you that was full of love and admiration. I have never felt so alone in my entire life and remembering that person who was compassionate, empathetic and full of love, passion and desires over me would make my life bearable. No matter what you say, it's still who you are. You know it and I know it. But being the lean, mean, deep, malignant narcissist that you are, your imagined fears and insecurities got the best of you. It may be possible that one facet of your character, the righteous one, is remorseful of the fact that the ideal lover facet that you were romanticizing in front of me is just an illusion that your narcissistic habits were so used to pulling so I'd fall for you and you can escape the part where you have to be alone. You were seducing me by fabricating a fantasy, everything that I could ever want while I was drowning. Now, the real question is, what kind of a despicable person would do that?

              

                       We can never save our friendship because you're already at the point of no return. You know it and I know it. We can be married but we can never be just friends. I'm saying it casually because you are female like I am and you're my friend. It's the hetero in me and that's the truth. If I'm being delusional, then why can't you be a real good friend and hook me up with your cousin? Him and I are both at the right age to settle down, we want the same things in life, like to start a family and have kids, he's a man and I'm a woman. You know that our personalities will compliment each other, so why not? I thought you're my friend? You and I, were never in a relationship in the first place. I was only being a friend to you that's why I offered to help. We're supposed to be friends, remember? Have you forgotten? I remember how you kept telling yourself we're friends but it doesn't really feel like it if this is the case.

                Now, I understand why you always become too emotional, too dramatic and hostile in all random scenarios. You already know it in your heart and it kills you to realize your truth but you just can't do anything about it because you're already there and it is what it is! While I, on the other hand was oblivious all along. I just get stressed out with you because to me, you are overacting, exaggerated or you're just being the same old toxic you. Now, I understand why. Pardon me for just realizing this now. By now, I know it's not going to be right for me to see right thru you and then tell you all about it because this is exactly what captivated you.  God knows I'm not doing it to ensnare you because I'm not like you. It's something that I happen to do naturally and it mystifies me as to how. Plus, I'm not desperate to be with someone to love me, to feel loved or to be in love. That's you! I'm pretty much comfortable being solo. I'm happy being single and I value my freedom like it's a blessing. I'm in control of my life but I'm not a control freak like you.

               You know I love you and I've already accepted who you are. You're already past condemnation with me. In fact, I'm open to be your shotgun rider til the day I die. Once I decide to be with you, it's going to be final and we're not going to be just friends anymore. There's no turning back. It's a choice of a lifetime. But right now, I'm not making that choice yet. I'm giving myself a chance to have the life that I've been dreaming of so when 'us' happens, I won't have any regrets and I will never look back.

Why am I saying this? Why am I romanticizing the illusion that you planted in my head?

                Because no matter what you say, I already lost you as my friend and this is the only way to have you back. Whether you like it or not, this is our reality now.  You can pretend to be my friend but you're so bad at it you can't even keep up. I guess we'll always find ways to keep our distance or should I say, I will always find ways to keep my distance because you can't seem to handle it if you don't hear anything from me for a long time. You think I don't know that? Based on your track record, your maximum is 12 days. Don't you think we're too old for this kind of bullshit? I don't know about you but it's sophomoric to me.

                This is one of those times when I feel so alone and hurt that I consider romancing the possibilities of a lifetime with you just to escape my pains. I'm sure you can relate because you used to have no idea how to handle being alone. I'm glad you're learning and getting better at it now. It's going to be frustrating but not surprising to find out you're using somebody again. With what I'm going thru, I could just latch on to you so my pains won't be amplified but I'm definitely not like you. Ruminating on it would convince me that there's something pathologically wrong with you.

                

                    The life you showed me that we can have was and still is very alluring and tempting. It's wickedly appalling to realize how you used every chance you got to seduce me from start to end. Your habitual manipulative character glaringly manifested and you showed me things I haven't seen in you before. I can tell you also realize that you haven't done that before with anyone else.          

                     Once again, you will never be my friend. Not anymore. I guess I just have to get used to being trivial and superficial with you moving forward. Unless you stop pretending and start to become real with me. It's all up to you. You're the one creating your life and the people around you. One thing for sure is that I can't stand you anymore. I can't stand you being mean to me. I can't stand your rudeness. I can't stand your hostility. We both know the reason why you behave that way with me and you will never become my friend again. 

                 I can imagine how you would want to argue about this again and insist that you really see me as your friend and there's nothing more. You weren't yourself but now you're starting to get back to yourself and things will be different. If that's your case and point, then you have just officially confirmed how despicable of a person you can become. You went to great lengths to make me fall for you. You were actually forcing a romantic relationship between us and that statement is not an exaggeration. This is the truth that I saw in you. I haven't even taken into account the truth behind the version that you were parading in front of me. What's your narrative about me with your family? With your friends? The great lengths that you have to go thru with yourself, with other people and with me to make me believe something which isn't supposed to be real is beyond acceptable. It's evil! That would just make you beyond a narcissist but a psychopath! Whether you are really, truly, deeply madly in love with me or not at all, either way makes you a contemptible person. If it's the former then you're a liar and a pretentious, hypocritical, fake friend. If it's the latter then you are psycho! So which route are you going for now?

                    I can no longer pretend that I don't see right thru you. The truth of the matter is, I naturally do. It's going to be really hard for me to not be real with you. I won't be able to stand your pretenses. Not anymore. So I guess this is really good bye my ex-friend. It's not the end but til I see you again.