Saturday, July 25, 2009

A letter

Dear Sir/Madam,

This is too disturbing, distracting, annoying, headache-ing... No matter what kinda situation I am in, it is usually around. With some strategies, it is still... You know, I have to get things done before "too late" comes, but it just can't let me go the way I am supposed to. As a reward for any occasion I could reason, I've already indulged myself with it, quite plenty of it. Still, in no way I could escape. Am I got infected by it? Or just I'm not self-disciplined enough?

I'm sorry to say that this is not to ask for any advice, but just to take a rest from it.

Sincerely,

Sly. P.