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I saw this letter for someone on the hidden sectors of my computer. This goes way back, back when I still listened to Typecast and wanted to die everyday that I woke up. I never sent this to her, nor have I read it again after I typed it. It just, laid there in one of the many folders inside My Documents for so long. I know everyone knows me to be the jolly ha-ha type. But here’s the proof that I am one emotional motherfucker cunt.
Dear You,
I’m giving up on you. I know that I’ve been waiting for you for forever, but with you–it seems like forever’s not enough (Sarah Geronimo creeps up my mind. That little scary bitch.) Anyway, how are you? I’ve been meaning to talk to you for so long, but then again; what are we gonna talk about anyway?
It’s two in the morning and I just realized that I’m miserable because I keep on looking at your pictures from the past years that I’ve known you. It’s amazing how my heart leaps everytime that I do things like these. Things that make me think of you. But I figured, fuck it. We’re not going anywhere. This isn’t going anywhere. You’re not going anywhere. and I’m going someplace else far from you.
I’m deleting you from all of my accounts, like I’ve done so many times before. Friendster, Myspace. I’ll change my homepage from your blog back to Google. I keep on waiting for new posts, updates, text messages, random calls. And as I’ve said, I can’t wait any longer.
I kinda memorized all of your excuses already. I get all of them, don’t worry.
Anyway, don’t text me (as if you do.) and I won’t text you, too. I’ll miss you for sure. I don’t know if you’ll miss me, but thanks anyway if I crossed your mind for like a millionth of a second.
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This, on the other hand was a note that I wrote onto a 10-peso bill. I was supposed to give it to Stef. Unfortunately, I lost that 10-peso bill, but it’s probably the best love letter that I’ve written in my entire life. It only had four words:
Tangina mo. Mahal kita.
How poetic. How artistic. How indie of me.
