Park Kyung was a mess. He hadn't eaten nor slept the past two days. The words he read kept him awake. He tried to drown them in alcohol but unfortunately the words still sticked to his mind.
Sometimes I'm just too tired. I can't do this anymore. I need to get my life back under control. Being selfish and die is no option. My tighs sting. Too many cuts. They not only hurt but also fascinate me. They each have a story. They're like the friends I never had. Well I have Hyung but I can't tell him. I failed once again. Why can't I ever do something right for fuck's sake? I should just sleep forever or might just die.
-Woo Jiho
Kyung lost all his friends due to his behaviour these days. Slowly he got up trying to walk straight. He fell down in to a pile of empty Soju bottles. One of the bottles broke and a piece of glass got stuck in his arm. Park Kyung screamed. He wanted to understand Jiho, he wanted to feel like him. But there was just pain. Maybe he deep down he knew it wasn't right. Maybe he was scared. After not being able to remove the piece of glass he just gave up and fell asleep on the shattered pieces.
