#vsophile

late night sketchesi miss my best friend

 Hi, Monica!

 I finally found a safe place to vent out something about you. Wala, um, I just miss you so much I badly want us to be classmates again. But I’m not sure if things will be the same again. Hell, I

don’t know. If we want to, it could happen.

 I’m really confident on the fact that even if I don’t tell you my replies using my voice, even if I always make excuses, even if I’ve already mastered the art of palusotlogy (lame I know), you’re

still... here for me. You see, I’m not an

easy person. I’m not the funniest person to hang out with (I’m not even katawa-tawa at all) -- I know I’m not because I’m always aware of myself.

 So aware and overly conscious with myself that I’m already drifting away

from you; how are you’s, what did you eat kaninang luch’s, do you even think of me when you’re with your friend? But I didn’t dare to ask. Gano’n ako eh. I’m shy and coward like that. And lately, I’ve been dealing with my own issues the same as the situation of us. Like, I’m so

messed up. I am.

 I hope though, that in the coming days, weeks, or months, I will be

willing to fix this up. Even if we don’t tell it vocally, even if we are a city away and section away from each other, our friendship has become a hassle, right?

 Friendship should be a kind of relief, a breath of fresh air, and the likes. But I’m starting to be

scared we are stretching far away from that.