To My Most Annoying Guy.

I'm that kind of friend who would trade her life just to annoy you. I guess I'm very skilled in making you feel annoyed. Well it started with a simple "Tahu tak lagu Gwen Stefani?" to "Woi mangkuk jom lepak." Even when most of the time I couldn't make it.

I never think that we could be very best friends. I mean well, we have too many differences. We argue over a lot of things. We barely on the same track. We're so different that I can't even find the most simple similarity between us. Well maybe there's one, or two or three? You copy me! From Evoque to Bora-bora/Venice and LiteFM. You are such a creepy copycat! Nah I'm joking (but you really are kakaka).

Everytime we argue, I always have this kind of thought; "Are we really meant to be friends? Or we're just two persons who are struggling so hard to prove to everyone that we're capable of being friends even after tonnes of words of hatred or disagreements?" But I believe, we're really good friends despite of the offensive words and bold acts.

I'm sorry for being that kind of friend who would text you in the middle of the night just to tell you I'm bored and stress or when I'm having a bad day and need someone to talk to. I'm sorry for keeping that secret for three years and told you only when it was already over. I'm sorry for being such an emotional woman who's trying so hard to win every argument with my so-called rationality even sometimes I'm just a woman with irrelevant arguments. I'm sorry that you have to put up with my shit because you know how nuisance I am. I'm sorry for always giving reasons everytime you're planning a meeting in hope that we can enjoy a cup of coffee and chilling like grown-ups with stupid jokes. I'm sorry I'm never a good friend to a person whom I know will always got my back.

But out of all these things I've done to you, I wish you the best in pursuing your studies. Of course, we're gonna be million miles away. You'll be facing a new phase of life while I'm still here, stuck with my own emotional and unstable state while whining over tonnes of written assignments and having no one to invite me for a short meet up just to ease up the tension. I hope you're gonna have fun there in Canada and good luck in finding Justin Bieber's hometown. Perhaps we'll meet when we've become very successful with our lives. When you get back, make sure you've become a handsome, successful guy who would bring joy to your family and find a beautiful, kind woman who's willing to handle you at your worst.

 

I'm not gonna miss you. Trust me.