Chapter 20. Clinton’s Birthday

Three months ago, I tried to be brave. I cry every night, I drink every night.

I can’t eat at the right time and my unit looked like my prison.

I’m so depressed. I feel so stupid! If only I had told Rad about that earlier? What could happen? Will he still push me away?

Bottles of wine were scattered on the floor in various corners of my unit. Every day I remember what Rad told me.

I didn’t go to school very well.

Dad also preached me several times about why I was like this. If he hadn’t come home then and talked to anyone at school, I wouldn’t have been accepted again.

I took a special exam for my grades.

My friends keep on calling me. They worry about me.

“Yesterday Sebe called me” Where Sebe got my number? I don’t know.

“I should have joined our trip to Palawan.” have no life I say.

I’m here in Cassy’s condo unit. I lit my cigarette and smoked.

For three months I admitted that my life style was not healthy.

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