28 - 07 - 2013
today is the day of the competition. the final stage, when i'll be standing in front of 300 people and dancing through my heart. but i cancelled it. she promised to cheer me up and in fact now she's not even with me, how can i go up to the stage and smile like nothing happened? how come people come up with the idea of fake smiles, it's stupid. if you're sad show it, if you're happy show it, if you're worry show it, if you're annoyed show it, if you love show it. what's so hard to show people what you feel? do you want to know what i feel now?
i feel like warm liquids is swelling up on my eyes, my nose is running, and my cheeks are warm from the salty water. if you're wondering, yes i'm crying. i cry every single day, thinking about her, thinking about why she left me, thinking how can i survive this, thinking how can i step out from this room without her.
if you want to see me, just imagine a thin 19 years old boy with black circles around his eyes,-lacking of sleep and also the owner of 10 liters tears- hopeless boy wearing black shirt and grey shorts, sitting on the couch where in front of him is a TV showing gag concert which isn't funny at all.
and that's me.
if you're wondering more, it's me, i'm the owner of this diary.
jung ho seok
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Autophobia
FanfictionAutophobia; can also be described as the fear of being without a specific person When she left him just like that in the amusement park, making both of their hearts ached, what could be happen in next few years after that?
