YOU

YOU. You are a worthless, useless, lazy, freakishly annoying person. You are only thinking about yourself. You are only thinking about what the blood is telling you. Do you really care about this?

                What about this?

Wait. Let me check my Friendster.

                What about that?

Wait. I can’t breathe. We broke up.

                When is this?

Wait. I’m in ecstasy. We made up.

                Why is this here?

Cause I find it funny.

                Why is this not here?

We don’t have matter anymore.

                This is more important than that, right?

I don’t know about that. Wait. Let me check my Plurk.

                Do you know we still lack a lot of funds?

We already have a lot of them.

                What about the other panel of judges?

We’ll just select the best.

                He is one of the best judges. Why is he not included?

We are not close.

                Can we just use what is available?

No. You find this. I want this. I am more handsome with that.

                What about the poster?

I want us to be there. Wait, someone tweeted me.

                Are you sure this is good?

Yeah. I like it.

                Are all the shirts printed already?

Not yet. I’m busy talking to her.

                With great power comes great electric bill.

It’s fine. I’m not the one paying.

                What about her watch?

Wait. I’ll answer that later. Let’s take a picture.

YOU. I don’t know about you. But, I’ll just do what I’ve got to do. I regretted that you won in the Master Chef. When will you open your eyes to the real world? Why are your blood lines so fucking big deal? As if anyone cares.

No wonder.