Parabola.

I'm starting to feel stressed.
Not used to this lecture-tutorial-consultation system in junior college.

All I need is some time to digest the work, okay?

What am I doing blogging away?

How many times have I asked you to shut up?
I can still count the number on one hand, but I think you may exceed it soon.

It's not difficult to annoy me, especially when I can be known to be temperamental... But for months I've been trying to minus the vulgarities and bad temper, and I actually succeeded until you appeared in my daily life.

Not that I've been saying censored words...

%&#^%!

Nearly.

(I've calmed down since Secondary One. Shall not explain what I used to do then.)

I've never liked you but I've never hated you either.
Don't cross the line or I'll kick you to Timbuktu.

Dearest Goo-The-Keychain,

Are you feeling cold and lonely on Bedok South Road?
I wonder if you'll still be there tomorrow morning.

I really hope so, you cute yellow ball.

Oh no.

Will the road sweeper brush you into the drain?
Will the Hyundai smash you to bits?
Will the cat shit on you and stink you up to heaven?

I worry for you.

Love,
Your Owner Whose Father Actually Saw You But Didn't Think You Were My Lost Keychain.

<3

P.S. Maybe you represent something I've to let go of. I'm trying.