''Please"

"Please."

A kind word of gesture.

Yet, I feared this word like how you feared the monster underneath your bed.

The sound of this word can huant me like a century ghost.

Brings chill down my spines.

Sent shiver through my body.

"Please."

This word is echoed in my mind now.

Like a spirit that will never let you go.

"Please."

I'm typing this with a vexed mind.

A mind so vexed that I could love to have my brain removed.

I think I have took up too much unnecessary commitments.

Not much as compared to Quak.

But relatively a lot to handle.

The me right now is:

Messy hair 

Panting breaths

Fused eyebrows 

A tight line lip

I just can't.

Why. Am. I. So. Stupid.

Or am I worrying over things that don't even exist?

1/2 a year is almost gone.

What have I done.

I have a lot of things to clear.

However, all of them are not completed.

What a loser.

I think I'm destined to be a loser forever.

"I am vexed by my looming thoughts.

A labyrinth of words surround me yet I am artless to weave the perfect string and draw sweet slumber closer."