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To Gracey

I know this is a lame excuse, but really I am very sorry I haven't replied yet to your question the last time. How was White Day? I went to work after I called for pizza delivery. And he wasn't the one who came, nor who got my call. Though I received sweets, mostly white chocolates, from my workmates. That didn't cheer me up. I kid, I kid, I kid. Seriously, I wasn't enthusiastic not only that night. I have been told I am not myself lately. They're quite true because I don't nag anyone anymore. Nor do I give them that piercing look if they couldn't get their tasks done. I think I mellowed. I still can't help to be OC though, when things aren't organized in my perspective. But I am lighthearted knowing that guys at work can talk straight to me now without their heads curved downward, or I don't know why their hands shiver aimlessly have relaxed recently. Although they still turn red when I approach them. What made this change of heart, they've asked. Well, I realised that night how insensitive I was to them and yet they gestured a warm heart to me. I have always been strict. I rarely open my mouth. When I do, they know they're in trouble. I seem exhausted, they've also noted. I am. I feel I am already worn out and have twice matured. Because I was too carried out not to trifle on time, I was partially visible to their lives that I got totally aware of that night. My crossed features and raised brows were their usual greetings. It was an effort for me to move my facial muscles to give them a smile. I may not be miss-smiley to them yet, but I do laugh with them not long ago despite the fact that I feel wretched deep inside.

To Ryle

Hey, my days have gone bad. And I wasn't a good friend these days, being uncommunicative and aloof to any contact of attentions. Call it whatsoever you like. I just want you to know that you didn't end up swallowing your own foot. I am all ears at all. Speak soon.