Life as a whole is disliked. Even those moments I enjoy are… tainted somehow, like a colourful film of motoroil over a freshwater stream. A terrible tiredness and brown marks on my arm the only things that remain to remind of that night.
That and an opened empty bottle of cough medicine.
It’s so hard to smile for real these days. It’s so hard to not hate myself.
Hey Kim.
I’ve kept up with your posts, but I never posted because I had a feeling that I might be a bit bothersome. And although what I say is probably quite repetitive, I thought it best if I said it anyway.
I’ve known for a while that you’ve had some troubled times. I knew it since that day in 7/8th grade — I won’t go into details. I wanted to be there for you, as a source of support, but at the same time, I knew that I probably wasn’t the right person to support you. But I promised myself that I’d be there for you, if you wanted someone to listen.
This might not mean much to you, but I’ve always looked up to you. Your honesty, you frankness about your potential quirkiness was something I admired and envied. Then there was your incredible sense of artistry (which you claim is just junk), your sense and humor (not to mention your anime-connections. Mwahaha.).
I’m a bit sad, but not too surprised, that you’re going through this hard phase. I know you’ve gone through these phases before, but everytime you do, you always seem to come back stronger.
Which is why I’m confident that Kim will be feeling super-fly very soon.
If you’re in the area, just call! (I got my license! MWAHAHAHA!)
-Hyung
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