It took me thirty minutes of waiting for the jeepney to fill up. While waiting I have read half of Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons. I got so engrossed with the book and the loud banterings of two gays beside me that my eyes stayed wide open the whole trip. When I finally got home I found my letters unceremoniously opened, shoes and shirts borrowed without permission, my frustrations with v and my sister’s email swirling in my head. It eventually got me overboard. I glared at my mom when she walked into my room, probably to say hi. She asked me what’s wrong and I didn’t answer. The thought of discussing what she has been telling my sister would be pointless.

I vented out my anger on the person I cared for the most.

I’m angry, I’m tired and I find myself missing the person I shunned out of my life.