Wednesday, 9:00 P. M.

Me:

Hey, thanks for

afternoon.

Zompire:

Are you fine?

Me:

Obviously not😔

Zompire:

Me:

Thank you so much.

Zompire:

No need.

Me:

By the way, you sing very well!.

Zompire :

And that's you slept

when I was singing? 🙄

Me:

Me? Sleep? When?

Zompire:

Just shut it. I clearly heard

you snoring for 15 minutes

straight.

Me:

Hehe.😝

Zompire:

I think you just woke up?

Me:

Genius! 🤓

Zompire :

What are you gonna

do now?

Me:

My vacation ended, I'll

continue my job from

tomorrow.

I cannot afford to sulk

over my break up for years.

OH, wait a second, someone is

there, I'll contact you later.

Fucking Ryan and Sasha,

they are really pissing me off.

Zompire:

Wait! What happened in a

split of second.

Me:

Sasha just mailed me

an invitation to their

reception.

Like how could they?!.

Zompire:

Fucking assholes.

Me:

Why are you so angry?

Zompire:

It just pisses me off.

So, you'll be going to

the reception?

No right?

Me:

😏

Zompire:

What?

Me:

I'll be going there.

Zompire:

Why? 😕

Me:

Just wait and watch.

Zompire :

What do you mean?

Me:

They say forgive and forget,

and maybe I can forgive them

but I can never forget what

they did and how they used me.

It's time for some sleak revenge.

Zompire:

What are you gonna do?

Me:

😏😏

Zompire:

You are not going to kill

them right? 😂😂

Me:

How did you know?

He will be killed on his

engagement 😏

Zompire:

Wait, what?

Me:

Just kidding man..

Zompire:

Zompire:

Tell me what are you

gonna do?

Me:

Forgetting something?

Zompire:

Me:

Can't help it. 🤷

Zompire:

Okay,

Pleeeasee!

Me:

Good!

I'll be fucking ruining the

reception.

I'll let everyone know what

they did to me.

Their sending me the

invitation was their worst

decision ever.

Zompire:

What happened to the girl

who was crying and saying

that no one loves her, huh?

Me:

It's the fucking truth tho, and truth

is harder to accept. And I

accept it.

Zompire:

What about me?

I love you!

Me:

Yeah, right!

When I don't even know

your fucking name?

Zompire:

Aren't you cursing a bit

too much?.

Me:

You have an issue with

this? 🤨

Zompire:

No. It's just not like

you.

Me:

Do you even know me?

Why always I have to

live up these fucking

expectations or opinions

made by people?

Zompire:

I didn't meant it that

way. 🥺

Me:

Yeah whatever..

Zompire:

You know, now you're sounding

a bit rude.

Me:

That's how you feel when I

treat people the way they

treat me.

Zompire:

But when did I?

Me:

Whatever, bye.

I need to go.

Zompire:

Hm, bye.