i deleted real man from my facebook. i also deleted someone else awhile ago when i was feeling hurt and feeling abandoned, but maybe it’s better for me, not to know what’s going on with him all the time either. but he’s still cool by me.

real man is done. i sent him an email today through there, to share the photo i took of him and he didn’t respond, though i know he read it and saw the photo.

so. whatever fucked up reason he has for not even being polite enough to respond to me, i don’t care anymore. he’s deleted. deleted from my phone too.

it was obvious from the lack of response and also, from mutual friend’s tight-lipped-ness last night, that there is some big thing they both don’t want me to know. seems nobody wants to hurt my feelings.

ever hear of the idea that silence hurts more than just the simple truth? or a kind half-truth? as in, i’m not sure we have much in common. or i’d just like to be friends.

cowards. the lot of them.