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2016…Myself is done with CapSU…Sayonara, Encapsudia!
2016…My sister graduated from college…Adios, Purisima!
2016…My father still works…in the government!
2016…My mother still serves…the church & convent!

2016…I became…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I campaigned for…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I had kittens named…MiJoRdGr!
2016…I conceived dream business called…MiJoRdGr!

2016…My country has a new President…Du30!
2016…My country has a new Force…Supermajority!
2016…My country has another Olympic Medalist…Heidilyn!
2016…My country has Kylie Verzosa as…Ms. International 2016!

2016…I realized the remnants of Encantadia & Capsu-Dumarao…4!
2016…I realized the divisions of Hogwarts & Panay…4!
2016…I realized the Faces of Azrael & Math Operations…4!
2016…I realized the Apocalypse Horsemen & MiJoRdGr Presidentiables…4!

-12/31/2016
(Dumarao)
My Poem No. 538
Shayla Ahrns Nov 2015
If it wasn't almost 2016, I would call you on your house phone from my corded phone in my kitchen, we'd chat quickly as to not rack up my phone bill, we would make dinner plans and call it good.

But it is almost 2016 and I'm actually looking at your Facebook and your girlfriends Instagram and I'm laughing / crying over the gag worthy photos she has you featured in.

If it wasn't almost 2016, I wouldn't even know you had a girlfriend and I wouldn't have tried to save the poor girl from your ***** lying ways.

But it is almost 2016, and when Snapchat helped me find out you had a girlfriend while still trying to **** me, I DID try to save the poor girl from your ***** lying ways. You told me not to say anything more, but I had to stop this because I know the feeling of a heartbreak like the one you were about to cause her.

If it wasn't almost 2016, I wouldn't have access to every social media platform that allows me to see every single detail of your life. I wouldn't be driving myself crazy with questions and no answers.

But it is almost 2016, and I get to watch your life unfold with someone else and wonder why I came in last, still no answers.

If it wasn't almost 2016, forget tinder and my quirky bio with the 6 best photos I've ever taken, you'd call me on my corded phone because you actually knew IRL how fun and quirky I am and you'd already have seen me in all my green eyed, beautiful brunette glory.

It is almost 2016 and that means I am just another girl that you aren't looking for something serious with because you're a boy in his early 20s craving freedom. Instead you send me ***** text messages because you're a boy in his early 20s and you met me on Tinder. I am a girl in my early 20s and when you met me on Tinder, you assumed I wanted less than a relationship and a little more than a "hey how are you?" convo.

If it wasn't almost 2016, you wouldn't have detailed all the ways you would make me feel good because would you ever really say those things to my ******* face?

But it is almost 2016, and you didn't say any of those things to my ******* face, you said it beneath the unsolicited picture of you naked in your bathroom mirror and you even added that ******* emoji with the sunglasses, like what you were doing to me was actually super cool.

If it wasn't almost 2016, I wouldn't have known that you were feeding lies to me on a silver platter, I would have gorged myself on your tasty sweet nothings.

But it is almost 2016, and I am starving myself of something worthy and filling because I can't stop reading the tasty sweet nothings you are feeding her.

It is almost 2016 and I wish I could have said ******* to your two timing face instead of via text message.

*******, again and again and again.

— The End —