Farewells

"Hey Chin, look look look hot guy!"
That's something Sam would rather say to a guy.
Why do you show him pictures of white guys but not me?
Because you're still too hung up on your ex.

Uh huh. She's right. I can picture myself letting one or two opportunities slipping off, like how I already did, "See first" to movie invitations.

But I'm fucking sure this is what I want. At least I know how guys are like. No matter how awesome the situation is, they will never stay.

Sticking to that concept, I better say See first to All of them, if they ask. Ahahah.

Nabi's wife is leaving. I don't know, I'm feelingless. We weren't too close, so I don't know. But she was really nice, and crazy to talk to. We'd plan a farewell, and she said she'll cry and be sad for about a week.

Then they talked about how they usually get sad, like Sam said she had been sad for the first three months here in college, missing old friends.

I guess I'm too used to that?
My best friends never stayed with me long. I mean. The friendship maybe remains, but it'll have distance, slowly drifting us apart. They're all gone, like I said. I'm immune.

You ask me, will I cry if my friends are leaving, going to somewhere far. I'd say no. I'm okay with that. Go, and we'll keep in touch.

Maybe that fucked up moments only happens with breaking up.

Because that shit lasted for half a year, more.

And once is enough.

See first ba.

I'll be single forever, and I'm better like that.