The situation’s changed now.
I’m sorry for taking you for granted. I guess I deserve all of this now.
Like what he’d always tell me before, “para akong asong ulol na sunod na lang ng sunod sayo.” The tables have been turned, and now I’m the metaphorical dog in the situation.
Maybe I’m just over thinking again. There’s no one else to blame but the sudden intrusion of loneliness and boredom. I wish I’m only over thinking. I wish I’m wrong.