Park Jimin,
Today was tiring.
Jin called earlier and pointed out that I was getting notably skinnier.
Now that I think about it, I haven't ate much in a week.
Did I eat?
I can't remember.
My hands have began to stiffen up, and it feels as if I'm walking on rocks.
It's probably from not exercising as much as normal.
This morning I forgot that I had turned on the stove and I burnt a hand towel. Luckily I smelt it from the livingroom.
I think I might go visit the boys today.
Though I don't seem to remember where the dorm is.
I'll call Hoseok later and ask.
I wanted to talk about something, but it's foggy.
You're always on my mind... day in.. day out...
when will I stop thinking of you, Park Jimin?
It's like I can only remember you.
Why am I writing this?
I can't remember.
I love you, stupid Park Jimin.
Signed,
Your Jagi.
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Without You {p.j.m} [[completed]]
Fanfiction"You're always on my mind... day in.. day out... when will I stop thinking of you, Park Jimin?"