The Borderline Sociopathic Girlfriend

I spent the night staying up late writing what Marqo commissioned me to write. Then once, I've done my job completely. I sent the document to his direct messages. He paid me through a virtual wallet we nowadays call GCash here in the Philippines.

I got 500 pesos in my digital wallet since I've been broke for a few weeks now and finally got what I earned. I wanted to buy another cup of coffee. Perhaps a monster drink to help me stay up longer since I can't sleep once it's already almost sunrise after I've got it done.

Marqo doesn't sleep much. He's too busy working on his commissions from other connections for them to draw furry fetish drawings of digital arts.

That's a secret he keeps to his grave while he pretends to draw professional artistic drawings with his astounding skills. I wanted to go outside to buy myself a nice drink. And sleep in the afternoon. But I have to make sure Sakura is asleep. Otherwise, I have to stay with her. But I don't want her to sleepwalk all the way to me. I don't even know how she finds me everywhere I go outside, no matter how far I am.

It's a manifestation of her co-dependent abandonment issues. With me around, she's normal and sane; otherwise, she would break easily, snap, go bat shit insane everywhere.

I made sure she was asleep. And had to cuff her hand onto the bed with a gun in her hand in case she might run into a house burglar or intruder. She's pretty good with the gun, while myself is best at the blade and sneaking. She goes all Rambo while I go all in sneaking the way through, polar opposites yet soulmates.

I went outside, and there she was. I could already hear the cuffs rattling from the 2nd floor of the house. God dammit! Can't I get some personal space? I sighed. And went to her. I felt bad, so I removed the cuffs, and she woke up as she noticed them.

She said not to take it off. She was into it, actually, calling it kinky, as very tempting as it was. And could barely help myself. I know the fact as a gentleman. I could never take advantage of a woman like this. So, I just took it off and cuddled her to sleep until it wasn't an hour later. It was already sunshine. She kept shaking me to wake up to make breakfast for her. I sighed.

I lousily cooked her scrambled eggs and instant ramen noodles as usual, but they were badly cooked. She complained that I spent more time doing more work than actually giving her attention. Claiming she deserved all the attention in the world's eternity from me. I sighed one more time, and I was about to snap.

I just went to take out the leftover spaghetti from the fridge and gave it to her instead of telling her to heat it herself as I went back to bed. My freelance work and my full-time novelist job are the only way for me to provide money for both of our essential needs. Yet, she complained about the times I couldn't give her everything she wanted. She needs to be independent for once, which is the best thing I could teach her, which I do every day.

She doesn't listen most of the time unless I give her a reality check and would feel remorse about her actions. Despite it hurting me, then it would hurt her. I still feel guilty about it, but it's for the best. But the rare times she actually listens to me, she would forget about it within a day.

As I woke up, it was already nighttime. AND I FORGOT TO MAKE HER LUNCH. And I saw her cutting herself in the bathroom when I couldn't find to look for her inside the entire house.

Knowing that the Philippines arrests people who attempt to commit suicide. I had to treat her myself by stitching up her wrist. She was doing the traditional first aid ever since pagan times by pouring sugar all over her wound and raising her arm to stop the bleeding. Then bandage it.

The more times we spend time together, the more she's unstable. She wasn't like this before when we first met. Maybe it was because I gave her more affection that caused her to become more dependent and limerent over me.

Oh, Sakura! What am I going to do with you? You reminded me of when I had to take care of Vayne when I was single back in the day.

I spent the whole day talking into the voice channels of Discord with friends in Shack PH. Most Filipinos in the social gaming platform talk. Some are not gamers, some are business riskers, some are scammers, some are just closet NEETS or Otakus, some are just edgy trolls, and most of them are either gamers or just normal people.

But for me, I am mostly all of them except for the scammer and edgy troll. But I do troll as a joke without being edgy or offensive but rather in a kind, friendly way and always apologise right after.

Sakura hates my friends because they steal more time from me than spending time with her. Yet, I still love her despite this toxic love. I'm madly in love with her no matter how much it will hurt me because I care about her mental well-being.

I want to help her get better. I know she's the one, not because I'm just infatuated with her, but the fact that I could feel it! Knowing the fact she might kill me because of her psychotic tendencies.

Even if I was dead as a skeleton, I would feel it in my bones.

I've said this joke too often that it was only funnier the first time.

I said a dad joke on the voice channel. I asked:

"What do you call a funny investment?"

They asked what?

"A LAUGHING STOCK!"

And no one laughed.

Because when I was younger, I aspired to become a comedian and everyone laughed at me. But no one is laughing now. Task failed successfully.