Frankly, if one of my ex-classmates tells me to come to the reunion, I'd flatly decline.
(let X be classmate)
X: Myron, punta ka sa reunion natin this summer.
Me: You know what?
X: What?
Me: I don't care. There's no way that I'm coming back again.
Schools are supposed to make one a better person... that one made me a bitter person.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment