Maybe I actually care?
When I got home from school, naabutan ko si ate na naduduwal sa c.r.
I asked her if she's okay. She said yes.
I doubt that tho.
After finishing my homeworks, she came to my room and promptly asked, "May gusto ko bang itanong?"
Uh-huh.
Nah.
Your life:
your call,
your own shit
to deal with.
I answered no even though I want to ask her what's up with her and her constitution.
Anyway, it would be surprising for her part if I did ask her. We're not the kind of family who express our care. Or maybe it's just me. And my father.
Wow. Maybe I got that awful attitude from him? How nice is life, huh.
