Call Me!

Empty spaces.

I used to love the feeling of getting lonely. Somehow it attracted me by leading me to think that I had the power, the great idea of an accomplishment.

I used to love the space I had in my own house. Without the needs to worry of sharing it with someone else. Though the rooms are enough to accommodate a truck load of men, I feel bad enough of sharing it with others. Because I love the privacy I possess all this while. Getting naked? No guilt.

But these empty spaces long for someone new. They long for freshies. They long for someone other than me.

I need house mates. Note the plural. At least I won't be crying shoulder-less when I need them most.


wénkt said…
rumah ko kt ne??

cepat cepat
berminat ni


takder cctv kan?
line clear kan?

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