And so I shut my mouth about certain things. I'm glad I did. It's not going to be funny. It's going to get ugly and nasty and this whole best-friend thing will be gone.
I tried. Don't say that I didn't.
But clearly, you are semi-ignoring me now. Are you guilty?
Monday's work is over. I hate Mondays. But tomorrow will be an early day. 715am at Jurong East. I'll wait for the message. Do not disturb. Do not try.
I have a confession, if you can figure out what I'm trying to say with all my codenames/words. I am intentionally being ambiguous because I am hiding. I am trying to hide. But my short-temper tells me I'm tired already. I need to get it out.
And so it continues. Everyday since it all started months ago. I hate it that I'm Jones but I really cannot help it. I am bad. I am McBad. But it's been so long since anyone's been this nice. I've told only 3 people about this. And some other random people some parts, tweaking some facts so it's not so obvious. But I haven't been all truthful. I have things to hide.
This is tough.
//tank tops are tops with thick shoulder pads to resemble real army tanks

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