Too Late to Believe Me

Because I was such a master of slacking off, my parents sent me to a reality show that was supposed to turn me into a perfect child.

On the show, it took me half an hour just to stand up with both hands on the bed rail.

I liked dragging my legs when I walked, and I could take an entire day to finish one meal.

To make sure I went through the makeover smoothly, they threw away my cane and hid my medicine.

The production team locked me in a reflection pod and forced me to write a confession letter in front of the camera.

I held the pen and begged myself in my heart: