Springbonjo

I don’t proclaim to be the smartest but it still stings when your works are not appreciated with the same zest… since God know how long- really, the last time anyone raved about you was in Primary school, and everyone excelled in primary school; everyone got straights As (I didn’t).

I don’t proclaim to be the best bestie… since I just go under the radar and think negative thoughts when you don’t look me up although relationships are supposed to be give and take, not give up and stomp feet like a spoilt child and has to be placated. And feel guilty when you drop me msgs to ask how am I.

I don’t proclaim to be a Christian, since I feel I am not being a good one by drifting off from God constantly and things we’re supposed to do, I don’t.

I don’t proclaim to be a world-class beauty, but to have someone say you’re not good enough to be atractive, constant criticisms, to have almost all first dates always the last- something’s terribly wrong with you.

I don’t proclaim to be an expert on soccer, but I love it, and that’s what counts. Or so for any of my passions for that matter.

I suppose I will always be the girl who looked promising with the first brief inspection, but didn’t fulfil any to be an excellent one. In any area.

But fuck you all… cuz Perfect One’s talking to me. It was a spur of the moment, msging everyone I knew when kitty was sick as to where there were vets and the costs. He replied, and I pushed the enevelop- I don’t dare to talk to him anymore, the silence is too painful- for whether he was going to ever to speak to me. That he said, he was going to talk to me, sooner or later, that was his intention.

It was, the very least, silver lining.

RIP kitty. Although I kept asking you to die, I say it like Fuck and cheebye and all the swear words I throw around when I’m just talking not scolding, and I don’t mean it. Although I haven’t been snuggling up to you, letting you sleep on my lap, giving you my utmost care- you chose to die today which was sudden considering you were well and all, and I had you on my lap before Inter Milan didn’t get through the semi finals of Uefa at 5am, and you were eating and shitting well yesterday. No signs, just that when I awoke at noon, to feed you, your mewing was short, and different, you couldn’t stand up and couldn’t eat.

Before I could even bring you to the vet at 6pm today cuz I called and msged around for help as to where there were vets, and the receptionist vet clinic said they would close at 4pm and opened at 6-8.30pm and I had to pay electric and gas bills and parking tickets for mom who said today was the last day and they closed at 5pm so I went to settle those first, you breathed your last.

RIP kitty. You were a wonderful kitten.