I hate…
I hate our situation, where most of our communication is via text. How can I sincerely show that I’m not the guy you used to know? … That I am ready to do this again without any hesitation even after hearing some negative news. My “XD”, “:))” and “:P” are not enough to convey the emotions that I want you to feel. I hate that we’re far apart, and that somebody else is closer to you. I hate reading your messages with your “haha” and “hehe”, because I want it to be heard directly from you.
I hate being left out because of my background. Since high school, I hate how my friends talk about stuff then hushes when I arrive saying that “wag dyan, mabait yan” or “bata pa yan.” I hate how people ask me if I ever had a girlfriend and saying that “bata pa pala e” whenever I say that I haven’t had one. For goodness’ sake, maturity doesn’t come with the number of relationships that a person had. I know some who had their share of commitments but are still childish.
I hate knowing a person too well that I can tell if he or she is hiding something from me. I respect their privacy and their decision of not telling me things and I don’t hold it against them, since I’m also the same most of the time. I want to tell myself that it’s okay, but still, there’s a pang of sadness whenever you think about it.
I hate how it’s difficult to set a get-together with your closest friends out of the whole barkada. Being in a barkada of almost two dozen people, I have already acknowledged the fact that there are smaller groups, or what I would call as “closer circles.” And everytime I try to have a dinner or an appointment with my “closer circle,” another member will be included, or most of the time, the plan would not pursue. Don’t get me wrong with the first one, I want to be with the whole bunch, but there were times, that you want talk about things with the “closer circle” before sharing it with the whole group, and I hate that I rarely had those chances.