An hour more.

Cigarettes: 1; Texts from a ghost: 5 (um, kinda weird and sudden too)

My guess is somebody put him up to it. Probably The Girl. Just to, you know, create chaos in my orderly universe. Why oh why? I mean, why now? And why is he asking about HIM? Fishing, more like.

Baffling. Gotta have one more cig to think things over while HE’s not looking. Hmmm.

It’s not that I’m having well, you know, regrets or anything. I’m way past them when it comes to THIS. But then, I’m sure there’s always what-ifs.

I refused to see him the last time I had a chance. For two reasons: HIM and well, me. I don’t why I’m so…hell.

And here I am, waiting for some more apparitions, kahit sa text lang.