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Everyone needs a good F.U.C.K.


I remember when I had my first F.U.C.K. He was not that tall. Not that short either and rather charming looking.

I remember how he would share with me endless stories about how he sucked at being a primary 3. He would write suicide letters to himself and I would be the only privileged Friend to read it.

No one else but me.

We ended up in the same secondary school and class too. We didn’t talk anymore or share snacks during recess. He just grew quiet. Did talk to anyone. Nobody liked him.

Teachers found it hard to talk to him. Found it harder just to ask him to get his homework done.

Everyday, I would ask him, “hey you alright?”

And all the five days he would reply me, “go away.”

One day, I asked him, “Hey you alright?” As usual, he told me to piss off. But before I did I told him, “U could at least say please,”

The next day, whilst I was pretending to pay attention in class he passed me a letter. A suicide letter. But this letter was different.

It was something like this………………..

“I hate this shit.

Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla

bla bla bla bla bla Bla bla bla bla bla bla

WHY DID MY PARENTS HAVE TO GET A DIVORCE?”

I was usually seen spending my recess with the minahs chatting about the mutts. But on that day, I stayed in class with my suicide-letter-writing friend. We talked things through. We laughed. We vandalized our desks. We grabbed a quick drink before the bell rang.

Secondary school life passed by really quickly. Soon, he went one way, and me the other.

“Oh hey wait, what do you want me to do with all the letters you wrote to yourself but gave me?”

“You Can Keep it. Don’t become like me alright. See you around Natasha.”

That was it. We don’t keep it touch anymore. Maybe I’ll go and call him up sometime. If I can find his phone number.

Well, wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, I wish him all the best.

He was a one real unique F.U.C.K.

He was a real Friend U Can Keep.


*Note: If you like, you can start thinking dirty now.

Fucker,
Natasha






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