[dropcap letter=”O”]h God. My ex is here. Of all the holes-in-the wall/gig joints/tea places, in all cities of Metro Manila, in all regions of the Philippines, in the countries in the small f*cking world, [insert name of ex here] walks into this one.
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Shit. What do I do?
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Do I look okay? I’m pretty sure I look hideous. On the bright side, at least I’m not wearing sweat pants.
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I hope I smell like success and unicorns.
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Or two. They look like I need a drink. You know, to calm my nerves. Isang gin bilog, please.
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Quick! Who here can I grab to make me look happy?
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What the hell was I thinking? Also, someone’s been editing their Instagram pictures.
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I was in a dark place, and I’m not going to give you any power over me anymore. Also, good luck to whoever’s dating you, Satan.
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You know what? I’m fine. I’m ok. I’m going to live life my way and kick some ass. Why? Because I’m awesome! Watch out world! I’m about to put fear and uncertainty in a headlock and live!
How about you? What are your thoughts when you see the spawn of Satan/they who must not be named? Sound off in the comments below!
