Okay, I'm sorry. I freaked out. I guess it might be my unstable hormone or just maybe you ARE the freaking problem. I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't act like some uncivilized child who thinks he comes into this world without knowing that he was actually a combination of a sperm and an ovum. I'm just a teenager and you're a sickening parent. But I'm really sorry and yes, you're forgiven too since you treated me the best Mamak food in town. You know me too well. And I absolutely do not want to be called as a 'wasted sperm' .
So, I'm sorry.
Dear my bestest friend in the whole world, I'm deeply sorry things didn't go the way we want them to. I feel bad. I know I'm the biggest mess ever and miraculously, you're the only one who can figure me. You should know that you have always been the one who figures things out. I promise someday we'll go for a great escape and boy at that time I swear we won't look back. Maybe now isn't just the right time. But when the time comes, we know the world is in our hands.
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