Casuy's father passed away and it was a gloomy day for my high school barkada. More than that, it was so sad that I wasn't able to go home to pay my last respect to Tito who's one of the coolest dad in our batch. He's always the one offering me cigarettes and beer knowing I'm the only girl in the group who's very open with my bisyo.. Casuy was a good friend since grade school. He was my debut's escort. My manong. My drinking partner. And the same guy who sent me money to spend for one of my vacation back home and the one who took care of me when I was jobless for a month. It sucks that he came home from the States, albeit to bury his dad, and I wasn't there. The pictures they posted was supposedly to cheer me up but it makes me want to kill myself. No more cake and food tripping with them. No more videoke and drinking sessions. Ever since I made myself a life here in Cebu, it seems I've distanced myself from the group. I'm so depressed right now that I want to kill them all! How I wish I could just go on leave and have the money to go home in a heartbeat.. I'll just sleep so I could stop crying..
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