Dear Mathematics,

I promise to love you, but please please do help me to love you even more. Sometimes I can't help but just have the urge to tear and burn you into bits and pieces and fiery javelines would start shooting outta my eyeballs. I have not been communicating well with you for the past few years, but I really have no choice this year. Please make my job easier, will you? You're totally unlovable (in my opinion, that is) and often is the reason for my hair loss. But I shall love you this time 'round. Let's have a deal, shall we? You help me till end of this year and I promise to leave you alone for the rest of my life(: Sounds great yea? I think so too. DEAL !

Your Temporal Best Friend Wannabe,
JoanHoeJiayi(: