...my computer from your photoes...
I walk through the folders, like I walk through my past life
I remember this one - the very first of you I got. That night you came to my room for the first time. I resisted as long as I could. You stayed...
Remember this one - European New Year in Southern China, weird thing, the air was +20 or so... We all were in T-shirts... Ate a bizarre food in a "Italian place" and went to a Chinese disco (fun, but like fish in the barrel)

Thailand, short winter vacation.
You remember those islands? Koh Samui, Krabi, Koh Lanta...
Koh Lanta - you remember like we were climbing in that cave in the centre of the island, remember how scared you were?

That one, beautiful... delete. You started building distance on that stage.
Ya... I remember that nice American guy. You fucked him in the room next door in that hotel in Sanya. There was 8 of us there I guess.
That was a period when we all did a lot of E. You knew I knew, you fucked him anyway, 3 meters far from my bed...
I was destroyed, and E of course made it worse. I was so close to start killing people: you, him, myself. You know why I didn't? I just didn't want to show that I cared for you...
I ran away, ran to Beijing, alone, sick and tired with almost no money left.
Fuck you... Delete, delete, yes, confirm...
30 photoes. I'm cleaning the folders from you, I'm deleting your images from the disk, I'm cutting you out from my heart, I don't give a fuck that it's bleading..
When an organ is really bad and makes patient suffer, they cut it out.
It's called surgery.
Wish it was that easy to clean my memory... You'll die out... I'll not support your phantom anymore...
You're blocked. Blocked and blacklisted. You can't reach me now.
I don't need your friendship, keep it for yourself...