A letter. Since you turn it to me, we have been losing contacts for a while. 　　 　　 I was supposed it should be a long term vacation, the vacation for me to drink cups of tea while reset the aims leisurely. I was totally misunderstanding. 　　 　　 You know the day before I came here, I wrote down something on my Evernote as my own personal rope which tie me on the masted for prevention from Sirens. And you know what? the ironic thing is I don't have any one single sailor who poured beeswax in the ear to stop me for release the rope by myself. Then the whole things went wrong. 　　 　　 Just in the twinkling of an eye, I almost finish the journey, awkwardly, a little bit. I do remember that the last stage I stayed, when it finished, I started to write. The whole details had recorded as a book. However, this time, I can't do the same thing like that. Once I across my spirit comfort zone, everything become out of my control, I become a stranger who I even know very little to him. Is that good? Compare with the others living life normally and seems nothing wrong with them, to be honest, I am a little envious. 　　 　　 We all know shit happens. In recently my best buddy's gone, almost. He lost himself, and he is a cop, you know, always bring a gun, so I am wondering would he blowing himself out all over the street at anytime even if things going so close. My girl's gone, too. She lost her pants, again, but not with me this time. That's funny huh? What a life. There's the moment I am starting to miss our good old days--- fxxxing things anywhere, jump from hundred meters ft, and sneaky all around the goddamn island. I've sworn to god that I will never come back to live it like that, but, I just think about it. 　　 　　 It turns out no matter what we chose, the people like us are destined all alone after all. Yes my Lord, you're talking my language, but your opinion is very little to me, and thanks for nothing. 　　 　　 The end of this stage is coming soon, then I will turn it back to you if you stand still. Before that I will keep playing my role and stay my status tight until the time's up. The game isn't over yet. I've heard there's a thing that H.H the Dalai Lama said：＂If you can't handle it, just run off.＂ I still trying to figure out something I can do for me in the end of this year as my escape. 　　 　　 Happy new year though.