Dear Life

Written by Oridusartic on a good Saturday

Tired.

Dear life, I am tired. But it might be my mind that is really tired, not the body. It might be because lately you’ve been crushing my days a lot.

And why do I have to sleep more than 8 hours at night but still have to wake up in drowsiness in the morning? Still, I doze a lot during the day. I have less spirit in doing things and I just can’t finish much works either. My progress is really slow in finish everything.

Mirror Mirror...

Some say this might be the curse of working at an in-house design department. You will lose passion for working on the same monotone projects. It could be like a terror, especially if you like challenge, transformation, brand new stuff or whatever it is called..

My soul often screams for more interesting projects that will thrill my sense of design. Not just working on those colorful pieces of.. *barf*

On the other side, you life is also being harsh. You keep placing me under those who keep bossing me around, knocking me down, stepping over my presence, ignoring my opinion or attacking me with their silly misunderstandings and I am ended being judged by those who actually know little but act to know everything.

Wondering

I wonder why you keep facing me with the jerks and bitches of the earth. Ehm, pardon my choices of words. I was just annoyed. (._. )

Anyway will I be against the goodness if I stab those with my straight-forward slash sting words? I bet you know my real temper, how I can break the table if I want to or smash my only one Mac Mini on the floor in one single swing.

Think about smashing my precious stuff.. It would be such a stupid waste. I’m sorry, life. I get whiny about you though you’ve been too kind for me. It’s just I am a bit upset that you put so many people around but no one that I can really talk to.

Be kind to me, life. In this mean time, please at least let me have a new iPod Touch to ease my pain. Life, you will grant my small wish, right? It’s just a new iPod Touch..