Second Post

Hello, it's me again.

So, the usually endeavouring me decided to write a letter to deliver to the person mentioned in the First Post. Where it would strike someone as a drastic act that but stemmed from the deepest sincerity, my efforts just struck a steel wall. A steel wall of heartlessness. Of all the qualities I looked out for in somebody -- the looks, the brains and the heart -- he had shown that he was only conditionally kind to people who have not crossed him. That is fake compassion. That is just being a Lawrence Kyle Ng (oh my, the same surname).

Well, I guess it's a case of a self-fulfilling prophecy fanatic.

Despite my drunken and physically, mentally disabled state last night (well, 11 pm+ 18 March to 1.30 am 19 March) and pleas for some simple assistance which was fetching me some plain water (because I already vomited the fuck out of my stomach until what was left were gagging convulsions), he had to brush it all aside as "drama" (fuck you) and fall back on his principle of "I'm not gunna entertain you". We're talking about a REAL human being in DIRE need here, where the only person he knew at the club or in that area was you, and you had the inhumanity to just leave him for dead. Not a single sight of human compassion nor dignity.

The audacity to incessantly cast upon me the shadow of the loser of your past and the arrogance to think that all my efforts were based on the sole purpose to get your romantic attention. Fuck off, no one is going to want to date a monster, and neither would I.

I thought wrongly of you. You are not a nice person after all. You're also the king of making predictable and the stupidest assumptions, not to mention full of contradictions yourself, but I was just toooooooooooo nice not to raise them up. Trust me, I was.
I will not allow such a heartless, inhumane monster to be friends with me. I hope you are proud of that.

It's not the first time I've seen the likes of you. All of you need to be kinder.
Whoever knew that monsters could also put on angels' robes.

Just to qualify something, I was merely acting as a courier for a letter. I have delivered letters to some other people before right to their doorsteps, so I find this time's act nothing strange. ^_^

In summary: fucking worst experience getting drunk. I am never touching alcohol again.
And thanks to the guy who bought me some water from 7-eleven and the guy who hailed and paid for my Grab taxi ride back home for saving me. I am really touched and grateful for your help despite my penniless state. x)
Thank you also, jace didi, for accompanying me on LINE :)

Samuel

Labels: 2017, disappointment, thanks