I'm now driving to meet Demanta at the phone shop.

I'm glad she's coming because she won't suspect me

of not getting her phone and reading her messages

because she had to write down her password.

And also, I don't have to pay

because otherwise I'd feel obligated to pay the bill.

And I'm just seeing my father in a very distressed state about money

and what are we going to do, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

We need to solve this together. It's for you.

And I realize how much she's suffering and I feel guilty for it.

But then again, you know, I think that I'm like this

because I've just been so caught up on Demanta

and what she wants and what she needs

and what she's being like towards me, if she's going to agree to.