Limit

I've reached my limit with J's immaturity.

I was invited to L'hexagon's Galette de Rois and he wanted to come along. I travelled all the way down from Jurong Island to Harbourfront to meet him just so that I could bring him along although the event was supposed to start at 6pm sharp. (The time spent on travelling down to meet him and then travelling back up again took an hour.)

And so I ended up late. ALONE.

Because while waiting for him, I had sat in the platform, away from the USUAL sit I went to due to train traffic.

But apparently that imbecile couldn't understand and so chose to kick up a big fuss. I couldn't tolerate his stupidity and so told him to GO home.

He did.

I felt rather relieved to be rid of a childish 25 year old. But I felt sad for him.

The other day, he had stood in the middle of a street market SULKING like a 5 year old just because I felt like walking around and bought a packet of chicken.

His behaviour was reminicent of a boy who didn't get to go where he wanted to go. And so chose to stand and sulk in a corner.

IMMATURITY.

Oh, fucking kill me. I don't know how to describe anymore.