There used to be a cockroach that always came into this room. I’d always put my feet up on something because cockroaches are kinda icky, you know? It would always come and run around and I’d be like, “Oh shit, a cockroach.” I’m pretty sure it was the same cockroach. It sort of kept me company late at night, doing its own thing. I don’t see it anymore. I think my mum or my maid killed it. I kinda miss you, cockroach.