Since last Friday, I am secretly waiting for Jim's text and call but my phone wouldn't beep.

Last night though, the exchange of SMS goes like this:

Jim: hi, musta na u? bakit di ka na txt?

Me: ei jim, kinda bz l8ly. m fine nman. dami lang talaga work, u, musta n?
(what i really wanna say: i dont wanna text you coz you're the most pathetic thing i ever see! too bad im falling for you, again.)

Jim: ok nman me, mis n nga kita eh. kailn ulit tayo mit?

Me: mis u n rin. basta, il txt u if i hav tym. or text me pag free ka, k?
(what i really wanna say: 'miss you' your ass! you're only in it for sex, same as me! so, what fits? i'll text you when im in the mood, or if you are. )

Jim: k. tc!

This is hard. I really wanna make this guy pay for the hurt he caused me. How will I manage to get out of this shithole I'm in? I want vendetta, too bad I just CAN'T do it!