Scarecrow

Sir Barry and Sir Brian (Pic by Bianca Catbagan)

You graduate from the top university in the country but you still are haunted. You smile in front of DSLRs,and show your glee of having surpassed four years (or more) of college. You think by your projection it’s over, but you still have them… They’re there, and they’re a multitude of ghosts.

You take a break from post-graduation/party anecdotes of you making required besobeso with the professor you despised, or you making required foolery of yourself just because Screaming Orgasm was a sin to enjoy. You think the fun is just beginning- new life! independence! freedom!- but you realize you still have problems: Do they even qualify as “problem” problems?

You then ignorantly surf the ever-useful Facebook and get welcomed by some status message of a friend pertaining to you. Not just about you but AGAINST you. You ruminate that it’s funny until you get struck that that “friend” of yours knows “I’m-serious” better than a nun you remember as your high school principal. You try to get a grip but the message contains “fuckin'” and “hate” gravely in it. You then figure that a stats-message-spawned war is, how do you even categorize it, immature? So you try contacting that person until that person doesn’t answer any of your billion calls or texts. For the nth time it is. You retry to ponder on posting a stats-message back but you consider your friendship over the years. You infer that you may not be mature but at least, you try to be less immature.

Alas, you think that being a total bitch, which you are by the way when triggered, is never the solution. You have both graduated and wore that stupid Filipiniana. What the hell, bitchiness will just be a matchstick that burns the house down so you self-control. You inhale back your inner bitchhood just because you want to keep the bond, the friendship. You never want online wars against people you classify as important but considers you otherwise. You hurt, and hurt more.

You are so hurt but yo have no choice now but to lay back and wait for hours until that person gets smashed on the head by someone other than you, that that person may someday realize that college has ended and cowards have no place in this Earth.

About barrycyrus

Hi, I'm Barry Viloria, 21 and not a blogger. I occasionally bitch about what's hot, what's not, what's life-threatening and what's Blake Lively wearing but I refuse to be called a "blogger." That's it.

Posted on May 1, 2010, in Hate Letters and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. what a noble thing to do…

  2. bravo haha

  3. There’s even a fanpage in FB called Say it to my face, not through your status.
    How apt.

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