so you want to mess up with me spoiled brat. don’t tell me about your high ranking officer father and your bodyguard and that you always get what you want. don’t call me names, don’t intrude into my personal life, don’t tell me what to do. don’t tell me about your “friendship” motive which is a lie. i know what you want but don’t you dare make a wrong move. and don’t under-estimate her. she’s a tough act and a very smart woman. yes, she’s smarter than you.
am i that bothered? no, not really. in fact this is the first and last time that i’ll be talking about it here. its a waste of my time. and i don’t give a damn on what you will do or say. we–yes, the two of us—both knew the truth about what happened, about our own issues, our own pains, our lives. and it is ours alone.
don’t you dare do something that will hurt her or me or malign our relationship. please go and see a doctor. you need some medical attention. oops.. you are studying to be a doctor right? how ironic.
i’m praying for you. i feel bad for your cracking head. 😦
but please fuck off…..leave us alone!
B-R-O-K-E-N-M-A-N 