next door

i pushed the 'it's a must fresh lemonade' to her and said "yours na lang."

"finish it na, you're already half-way through."

i shake my head.

"why?"

"i don't want it anymore."

"why?"

"i dunno, i just don't like it anymore."

i thought 2006 was the year i reeeaally did, because i always say i did at
the end of each year. but apparently, i haven't grown up
after all. this makes me scared for your sake.