my depressing happy-ending tragic narration.

Time : 8.00 pm - 2.00 am.

Location : compartment D, F.1.3, Mahallah Asiah, IIUM Gombak.
Mood : sentimentally dramatic.
Adapted Genre : a civilized happy-ending Greek play.
(since all characters are MEN, excluding the narrator)

*****
i was thinking of A,
but he didn't contact me.
sigh.
i already have forgotten B,
but ironically, he was the one reached me.
sigh.
i didn't really hate C,
but D was so demand,
and indirectly became the cause for
my ultimate annoyance towards C.
sigh.
i wasn't that angry,
but E's text message had made things even worse.
sigh.
i was deadly,
lethally,
greatly,
completely,
mentally disturbed.
sigh.
but then F called,
and we talked, giggled and laughed a lot.
thank you so much, F!
for proving that normal guys like you
are NOT extinct yet!
smile ;)

*****

Dramatis personae:

[A]
: the puzzling acquaintance.
: possessing the haven't-discovered-yet and complicated features.

[B]
: the one i used to have 3-months crush on.
: a nice one to befriend with.
: damn sarcastic.

[C]
: E's friend.
: my phone's new-added contact.
: annoying yet physically scary.
: flirtatious and desperate!

[D]
: C's friend.
: damn irritating!
: a dreary mafia-sound-alike.

[E]
: former schoolmate.
: the so-called best buddy.
: occasionally bothering.

[F]
: former schoolmate.
: currently studying abroad.
: the good friend which i wish to always be with me.

[Narrator a.k.a. the playwright]
: me, Nabila Hanis, the daughter of Mr. Abdul Samat.
(real identity is revealed to show that this story is not a made, exaggerated one)
: confused, puzzled, pissed.

# the narrator's at-wit's-end questioning question and obviously-not-detrimental messages:

Why are most guys nowadays so desperate?
-come on guys, don't let your immaturity clearly exposed.
-be a man.
-love is not something to be played on.
-get a life!
-mind your own business.
-stop pissing people off.
-gross.

for the sake of making things clearer, below is the visual form of my additional message ;)

got it now?

p/s: those socks are the narrator's personal collection ;)