Right now, at this precise moment, I feel like Death. I can’t breathe, and my face hurts. I’ve never been this sick in my life, nor this desolate. It’s as though all the sickness and bad luck in my entire lifetime decided to befall me on this fateful day, and I’m utterly overwhelmed, to a point I’d say gladly that death would be liberation. Nothing but pure, blissful liberation.

ALVIN PHOON. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU VANISH TO. I HAVE NEVER HATED AND CARED FOR SOMEONE AS MUCH AS I DO FOR YOU. STOP BEING A PUSSY AND TALK. TO. ME.