I don't even know this man, yet I told him something so personal about myself.
I don't why, but I feel comfortable when I'm with him. I feel like I can trust him with life's darkest secrets.
I'm scared, however, that life will betray my mind.
Do I give my trust to the dark-haired man?
Please, Taehyung...please don't betray me. Please don't give me misery. For once, I want someone besides my own mother to give me love and happiness.
Because I think it's starting to fade away, piece by piece.
Please save me before it's too late.
Please love me.
•••
I walk into the orphanage, taking my shoes off at the entry-way. I greet the staff with a smile and wave before making my way to my bedroom.
Flopping on my bed, I sigh while looking at the ceiling.
School is so tiring. I don't understand the point of it, honestly.
It's even more boring for someone like me. I don't get to experience seeing someone talk about a subject they specialize in. I don't get to hear the different answers people have to questions. I don't get any of that. I just sit and read the whole time and then the teacher gives me a packet full of notes over their lesson after class.
Sometimes I really get sick of reading.
I normally love to read, I love to be able to be in a world of my own. I love to see the character dialogue and imagine as if I were able to hear them and we're having a conversation.
But...it's times like these when life reminds me it's all just my imagination. At these times I have the need to throw the book as far away as possible.
Books can be your comfort-home, but they can also be your greatest enemy.
