Final

Don't you dare do that again. This is the first time I will seriously say I am pissed at you. It's your own paranoia that leads you to hurting yourself, and instead on working on your extreme kapraningan you chose to launch a direct strafing on my personality. What serious damage have I done to you anyway? are you envious of my talents or something? are you annoyed that I'm better at something? Hell. I never talk behind your back, and I tell people to butt off your case. You are so afraid of staining your dignity that you can't even tell when people take things as humor, or as an insult. As for your ability to judge when ridicule goes too far... I won't bother. You are hurt over some simple inanity, and your judgement of what is tickling, and what is piercing is faulty. Don't you dare look down on me. I act the way I do, but consider you of equal standing. You hold me down to ridicule now. Is that where the whole thing was headed from the beginning? Then I'd rather apologize now and back away. What am I to you? An object of psychological displacement? I am not to be made a scapegoat! Don't think that your academic excellence earns you an excuse for displacing false burdens, and it definetely doesn't earn you an excuse to paranoia. We're all trying to help you, and you like the attention. I'm making this serious now. I DON'T CARE ANYMORE. Channel everything somewhere else. I'm done listening! It was your time to listen ages ago! As usual no one listens to the fat english speaking academically challenged guy. So either shape up, or I'm giving up! There used to be a time when our friendship was utopian. Then I just got fed up of all the pointless worries. You don't know psychosocial pain. I hoped to help you cope with city life as I know it. It really is a much more vicious place here among the concrete and steel. This world is harsh, and It's either you learn to let things go and relax, or you're gonna either die or go crazy here. All I've been hearing are shallow qualms that to me only take a night's sleep to erase. It may be a harder life where you live, but why do you think people go away from Manila when they retire? Beacause of all the stress entailed in a highly urbanized, modernized area. Your life may have been utopian. I have seen to much of my beloved city, and my world is far from perfect. It's a vicious life down here. Shape up or return to your burrow.