I have never felt more alone and restless than in the past week.
When you are unemployed, single, young, agitated and you have disowned your biological mother, you feel like shite.
I've been calling people all day (with my new super unlimited mobile phone line!) but everybody seems to be busy doing their own stuff like having a life.
*tumbleweed, tumbleweed*
So I have been reminiscing about my life in Taiwan and how I miss my Taiwan crew. It's been a year and one month since I came back to this harsh reality that we will give the code "MNL."
*deep inhale, deeper exhale*
Then suddenly Alexis sends me an empty e-mail with the subject "BITCH". (Yes, in all caps.) It just came with this attachment:
This is the badass bracelet I gave him before we parted. I have one too. He's T.A. which stands for Torres, Alexis but mainly Tight Ass. I am his bitch so I am Bitch. And on a daily basis, I think I really am. So.
We haven't spoken in so long. Feels like 2 lifetimes actually. (The Taipei lifetime then the Abu Dhabi lifetime.) It's just amazing how he would send a signal (of faith) at this time when I feel like the loneliest piece of beautiful crap.
Soon enough, Alexis. I have no idea what's up in Paris but you're in my thoughts every single retarded day.
