Nette went to Malaysia.

Drifted in and out of depression today.
And the best cure for that is to sleep.
Sleep and sleep and sleep.
I am totally useless.
Huddled in bed with her photograph and cry.
Won't wake up to write an appeal to NEA about the fine.
Depression is here and hell, it won't go away.

Dreamed about us.
Us together, all around the world.
Damn, I woke up and it's just me on my bed alone.

Only woke up to catch the Amazing Race.
Somehow watching Flo and Zac reminds me of the times we quarrelled.
But I don't care.
You're still so sweet.
Memories of us are keeping me alive.
I love you Nette.