Dear Midas,
I have been meaning to write to you in many occasions. But, I chose to bottle up my emotions and sleep it off. The reason is I’m afraid that you might overwhelm me and turn me into a mentally ill person. Not a good way to put it. Well, it is the easiest way to explain all the voices and vivid images that start to form in my mind. My confidante told me to always remember that you’re a part of me and I’m not a part of you.
I couldn’t sleep cause I ate too much for dinner. I had to finish 2 sets of leftovers. If not, I’ll throw them away on the next day. I always feel guilty for that. You know how other children or people might need the food that I wasted. Actually they belongs to my mum (cancer spoils her appetite) and my sister (she is on diet).
I ended up reading on nicotine and its relation to depression and stress. I also read on dildo, sex vacation and a real life blog on working experience in a sex toys shop. Well, I started to read on dildo because earlier today I watched a video on how to make a hand sculpture using silicone (a child hand sculpture) and most comments are related to dildo. So, out of curiosity I google it up.
Actually, the real reason I’m writing to you is to let you know that I already posted an ad on Facebook. I’m looking for a caregiver for my mum. We still haven’t found a helper to look after her when I start teaching. The clock is ticking Midas and I’m scared.
Somehow I accidentally hit on unknown button and the above paragraph is highlighted. That’s cool cause it is my main point anyway. It’s just that I need to learn how to do it again.
2:31am. I should try to sleep. Tomorrow will be another long day.
jentayu biru 