I can’t stand it any longer to write here, in this “home” – too painful I felt. There’s always the impossible dream teasing my spirit into griefing, in here. You were round and round in my head while I was writing. I have to move on. I wanna disappear from here, vanish. I wanna be a new somebody. You are just my alter ego, maybe – MAYBE NOT. You can’t do this to me. Enough is enough. Ask why?
PS : Let me do something like you did – couldn’t be reached out. (Buat Khamu!)
Thanks for the last reply of my e-mail.