Lost

Today, I received a letter from someone I grew up with. It's kinda sad to be reminded that there's someone who is suffering and yet, staying strong.

And I must say, I was really touched by the writer's sincerity.

In my first letter, I've pledged to write a thousand more letters, but, it seems that I've not been sticking with my word.

Too busy? Too tired? Or just too ignorant? Too self-centred, perhaps.

From now on, I'll hand-write my next letter. It's much more meaningful to pen down than conveniently punching keys, don't y'think so?

Pardon me for this random post.

I'm feeling kinda eff-ed up.