I died (laughs), you don't believe me do you?
But I did.
It all started that very boring day, at work. My boss scolded me for not being able to accommodate his clients whom I think has a centimeter long of a patience and an intelligence equal to ostriches (no offense meant to ostriches). Funny isn't it? But it's not. My boos humiliated me for alleged incompetence despite the fact that I exhausted every simple words stored in my brain just to explain to the clients the respective remedies to their concerns. My boss did not asked what happened, he just went up to my desk and scolded me, well, quite loudly mmmm..i think loud enough for every person in the department to hear what my boss said, that I'm worthless, incompetent, stupid, moron and other things I don't even know the meaning of. what a very humane boss don't you think? well it took him 3 hours to finish his preaching, yeah a very long 3 hours in the history of 3 hours.
After my work, i went to school (yeah it's obvious i'm a working student) and by the time I got there, there was already an on-going pop recitation - and fortunately, out of 58 students in the class, I was the one being called to answer the teacher's question. Unprepared, I stood up. I tried to answer his question, luckily I listen to his lectures, so I answered him based on what i have understood n his lectures. He said my answer was wrong, I tried a different explanation, still wrong. I tried again, but now he replied 'you have no place in this institution young lady, you're useless. When you die, you should not donate your organs, the recipient may get your stupidity. Sit down.' I sat down, i guess nobody paid attention enough to notice the tears that's coming out. I tried to suppress it. I tried. Some of my classmates are laughing, they thought it was funny. It's not.
I went home, my boyfriend called, told me that he found someone else , and that he's been dating this girl for 6months now. He told me that now he's sure that he really love this girl more than he love me. I was shocked. How could I have not felt it, that he's already loving someone else for 6months while yesterday he just told me he loves me. Yesterday he told me he loves me and today he's saying he loves someone else, and worst he broke up with me through call, he owes me to explain these things personally. he owes me that much for I have been faithful to him. But I guess, he do not have the guts to face me. Guilty as charged I guess.
I went to my room and cried, but after an hour or so, my maternal relatives visited me. Mom, my aunt, my uncle and his wife and their two children. I was happy then. It happened here the most hurtful part. One of my cousin (2 years old) tried to put his finger in our metal electric fan, powered on number 3. Since I was far from the boy I shouted "no", the boy stopped and was terrorized by my shouting and went to his mom who was busy eating. She hadn't seen what just happened. She didn't know that if I didn't shout, her son would've cut his finger off. And so the torment begins. ALL of them, my aunt, my uncle his wife, ALL OF THEM shouted at me. They say I have no right to shout at their son. I tried to explain but they would not listen, They scolded me, they were shouting mean things to me. That I am a bad older cousin for shouting at him, that I was 'antipatika', that I was being mean. The worst part is, my mom believed them. She immediately believed them without even asking me what really happened. But of course, she will be on my aunt's side, for my aunt is the one giving her money. My mom shouted and told me that I should not have shouted, that I have no right, that I am worthless because I cannot give her money. Oh well, all that's been said. I went to my room and cried there really really hard. Even my own mom. Funny.
I cried until I was exhausted, I saw my medicine kit and I took it. 20 tablets in my hand, each 500 mg of IBUPROFEN. I think to myself 'the ultimate pain reliever'. I laughed. I laughed while taking it. I can't cry, I'm tired of crying. I don't want to feel this pain, I HATE IT. I finished taking the 20 tablets. I readied myself to sleep. Finally peace at last.
When I woke up, I'm here chillin with the King of the Hell. He congratulates for giving up. It hurts here, more than when I'm alive. But I guess this is the fairness of reality, huh. Funny.
