Dear Work and Life (no, it isn’t in order of priority or importance or trouble),
How are you? I’m not good as you may see. No, you didn’t ask but thanks anyway. I need to tell you something.
I almost cannot bear it anymore. I. NEED. SOME. TIME. OFF!!
I was not born this way; being so dull. Personality comes with history.
It’s me at 1 year old, 6, 10, 13, 16, 18, and now, twenty-something.
Told you, I wasn’t born to be dull in the very early of life. I was born fine (though somehow the dolls in my family always got neck severe injuries) until life’s got me. I’ve stopped listening to people since about 18. Well, it’s the time you don’t listen, anyway. So no ears is reasonable enough. And apparently, I stopped physically growing up around junior high….boo.
It’s just life that happens to you.
In the indefinite mist of illusion derived from high fever, sweet deception of stagnant life only a year after graduation, and living among madness and complexity of incomprehensible people, I decided to leave this life and become an adventurous pirate in the open sea.
However, then, I realized that I was born in the wrong period of time. There’s no awesome pirate with sword and dignity anymore, but an illegal one smuggling drugs, hazardous weapons, etc. No dignity fighting. No exploring the world. This planet earth has been explored thoroughly. No giant octopus. No Titan….
Alright, I will go to bed. I should go to bed now before any real damage is done. Urg, the pill I’ve just taken isn’t too strong, is it?