My work notebook is threatening to crash on me, and I have to send it into the “hospital” to build it up again, so here is a quick one before I have to say byebye to connection. Boohoo.

By the way, how the fuck do you measure guilt (“it is not a guilt gift, I just want to see you smile again” Fuck you. In the first place who is the one who wiped it away from my face?!)?

You think a Louis Vuitton(why? No need to buy gifts many ways now and that your daddy dearest had settled your debt so you can pool your resources now?!) Palermo is enough?

If gifts are the measurement of guilt, you probably need to purchase the entire Chanel/Singapore Airlines, and quoting someone whom you and I had let down, “You still owe me more than that actually.”

And if that is all I want of you, seriously, I could have snagged a better guy than a good-for-nothing like you, who had brought and bought me hurt, pain, disappointment, hopelessness, and little else.

You said no one ever believe in you(oh, I don’t mean the trust kind of believe, because I don’t think anyone will anymore) and your capabilities, and you wonder why.