I don’t know what’s going on—no, I don’t don’t know—I mean, I literally know that
something is wrong with our ship but I don’t know what really wrong is. Maybe
it is just I who am too insensitive to him because things have been so rough
recently and I guess my eyes are isolated somewhere. I cannot blame him, and in
fact, I think he is okay, because he is the most loveable guy I ever met. As a
driver, I should have driven very well. Just because some reefs crack our ship,
doesn't mean I have to give up on driving because every ship must have a
purpose of where to land.
If you read this, I
just want you to know that I really feel guilty about what has happened. I need
to be slapped hard in the face to believe that something big and real are
happening right now. Okay, I feel so childish right at the moment I tap you
these words. You've been really nice and sweet to me, but I know it is I who am
not quite thankful.
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