Please?

The heart is aching again. I couldn’t log in to my web. But I already know how to. How good it would be if real plants are growing on my bedroom walls. The walls that Richie and I are going to look at, at the same time 5 or 6 years from now. Nobody has to waste the time and trouble to apologise, because nobody did. The nobody, wanted not to.

Jantung ini masih sakit. Ya Allah. Aduh. Mahu saja aku pecah kan jantung ini dengan tangan sendiri, biar tidak akan ku merasai kesakitan lagi.

I need a few more years. A few more years. Just a few more years.