Dear someone, Smh. I already knew what happened. Alright. Fine. That was already your choice. You (oh so) love the person, fine. Go ahead and love that controlling shitty human being even if you're already [i]sakal[/i] and tired of what's happening. Now, if anything happens, and you get hurt again, and you feel like crying... just fckn call me ([i]Kahit asar na 'ko sa katangahan mo[/i], I'll still be here; I will be there). Y'can cry on my shoulder, or I'll lend you my hanky -- you're free to use 'em as you painfully cry. Or maybe I'll bring lots of tissue, give you chocolates or pizza or whatever yummy food, or we can drink beer if y'like. But I won't fckn say anything anymore; not gonna advise you anything anymore. You should know your worth by then.