Maverick

"O kevin (my name at home), bakit namumula mata mo?", asked my mom.
"Nakakatulog na po kasi ako eh bumangon lang po ako para kumuha ng unan", I lied nervously
I cried that's why my eyes were abnormally red. I cried because I miss my friends so badly. I cried because of the intolerable desire to see and talk to them.
This unexplainable feeling of happiness that I feel with a simple, brief chat with them is intoxifying and intensely addicting. This is to be denied or at least dissipate because of the obvious conflict of time differences that my parents consider with my taliking through them with YM.
I know they will never be able to read this and only you, WWW, will know how I value my friends.