Sunday, January 3, 2010

A Letter Addressed to my Beloved Thesis

Dear Thesis,

Thinking about you is killing me. It brings me to the unfathomable depths of depression and desolation. I don't know. You make me feel so worthless. It is as if I can't do anything right. Every try seems like a failure. I am tired and lost.

With you, it feels like my whole world is crunched in a tiny matchbox. It is hard to breathe. I feel suffocated with our relationship. You just make me feel tired and sad and depressed. Can we just put an end to this madness? Please. Because I can't take it any longer.

Love,

Angel

PS:

Please bear with me. You know how much I love you, but it gets tiring sometimes. So I guess, we should just enjoy the time while it lasts, 'kay? When we part, think of it as a new beginning for you. Don't be so sad.
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2 comments:

  1. P O R S C H EJanuary 3, 2010 at 4:03 PM

    I can relate and understand. With your permission, I may be able to forward the same instrument to my thesis -- with my signature this time. HEHEHE.

    Maraming salamat sa pagbisita sa blog! Matupad mo sana ang iyong mga pangarap -- maging anthropologist, writer, artist and philosopher.

    Maligayang 2010, cheers! :)

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  2. Angel SantosJanuary 12, 2010 at 6:37 AM

    Thanks Yfur! :) Nawa'y matapos na tayong lahat sa pagdudusang ito! :D

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