I've only ever had one roomie.
Her name is Emily.
I've never shared a room before,
But she is so good to me, I don't think I deserve her.
I have to sleep in total darkness.
So she would turn off the lights and go to the common room to study.
Just so I have a good night's sleep.
I get bored sometimes. I will put on a show.
The bed is my stage and my toys' the actors.
She will put her book down and be my number one fan.
She says the funniest things sometimes.
But she said I bring out the honesty in her.
She is quite sentimental, so she couldn't understand how I am so cold sometimes.
I wish she is happier.
To work so hard and yet never quite getting what you want yet; that must be so frustrating.
I don't know what to do, Emily. I can keep listening to you curse and scream. But what can I do for you?
Today, I realised, there's just so much I can do for everyone. Massive headache.
I tried. I really tried. I've pulled all my strings. I've used all my trump cards.