Why can't I be worried? Why can't I say no? How often I said no? Is my concern less severe than your supposed needs to satisfy them across?
How many years already you had bought over here? Why now you must die die go over? Because your friends made you want to do it? Because you feel less a man not knowing how to go about? Because what?
You hurt me so bad seeing you tore that piece of paper. You tore my effort of trying to secure it for months. You tore my last few money assisting you to get it. You tore my checklist, of things for us to move ahead. Of course, what is money to you? What is concern to you? Why would it even be important anyway?
I have no more words. I have no more yearning to do anything for us. For what? You will tore it in anger or in split second. Why I try so hard, I wonder? Why should I even bother?
What are promises if you can't fulfill it anyway?
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