Dear 'We can work it out',

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear.

Talk about hard work (not really). This way, that way. If my feet are already screaming from agony this first semester, how much more in the second semester. Or second year. Or third year. Or fourth year. And who knows, I may not even have feet by then... NOOOO! No. No way.

And don't get me started on my weak immune system because I hate myself for that. And I blame that cold beverage I drink every now and then. So I decide to cut it off. For just a while because I'm currently spreading virus while writing this post. COLD + COUGH = I'm going to have a bad day.

So, why have I wrote a letter to you??

Because you fill me up with optimism! If anyone asks me what makes me motivated, I'd say "We Can Work It Out by The Beatles". And if that someone complains how I talk about The Beatles so much, I'd ignore them and walk away. But of course, if they do get tired of me mumbling about songs they don't know, I have a substitution for you: Eye of the Tiger. Ha-ha! It's a guilty pleasure. I like the loooooong intro.

But, you sound more like a love song to me. And Eye of the Tiger makes me wanna punch someone. And I don't wanna punch someone. I don't even know how to punch someone [looking at clinched fist].

We just finished decorating the stage which BTW looks like a stage for a 3-year old birthday party.

Which is good. That way, we can take ourselves back in time to where we throw things at someone for no reason. And speaking of birthdays, only 27 days left before I turn 17. Which I heard was the most important stage of one's life. (Oh, really?)

Do I have to keep on talking til I can't go on?


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