I don’t know what’s with Metro Pacific but they sent me this tub of artisanal ice cream from Carmen’s Best with this flavor: HE’S NOT WORTH IT!

Hahaha! These people know me well to give me this witty joke. 🤣 I was in my house in the south when this arrived in my apartment yesterday. Twin A said they’re going to save this particular tub for me because it was meant for me. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I haven’t touched it yet but will soon because for some strange reason memories came flooding back. Old feelings of hurt and anger came surfacing again.

Maybe because my co-worker video-called me last night and we talked for an hour, which caused her to be late for a townhall meeting of their division scheduled at 11:30 pm. She hasn’t quit that f*cker guy of hers, who is just using her while he keeps a long-distance relationship with somebody who may arrive in HK by October. By then my friend will be ditched.

I told her to stop justifying him. She doesn’t deserve to be a gap filler.

I remember being in the same position, a stop-gap measure until someone better comes along. I loved that somebody with my whole being, someone who hasn’t even been mine. He was still hung up on the ex, lying his way throughout the entire time he was with me. I wasn’t a part of his life, I was kept in the shadows. I was nobody. I wasn’t important.

And yet I justified him. Everything about him, his behavior, his existence. Even if I was nothing to him.

Yes, the ice cream was right. He is not worth it.