I scroll down the list of people online. I wish your name is there. But it isn't.
I let out a big sigh as I set my body on the chair. When? When? I really want to say something to you. Don't you understand? I want to talk to you, you pathetic lil punk. I miss you. Miss you. Come online because that is the only way I could contact you. I need to tell you...
Can you be there for me?
Will you be there for me?