'I know that it's not right that I can only see imperfections when I look at myself. I know that it's not heathy to not want to live in my skin. I know that if I just let go of my hate I will be accepting of who I am. I know that these marks are just that. Marks.'
Everyday when Yoongi wakes up he feels crippled. Every morning he feels the full extent of his insecurities. The coliseum of his hatred. The weight of which crushes him. He hates himself. And there's no one that can make him feel any better. No one to catch him when he falls from the height of his depression.
He wants to get better. He just doesn't know how to help himself.
After Park Jimin entered his life, he didn't have to.
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This book will deal with depression.
This is my first time writing anything other than school essays and I hope you guys like it. Whoever "you guys" are. :)
Suggestions open (the comments may or may not be my source of life)
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~first love~ |yoonmin|
Fanfiction~you came to me in a dream of hibiscus and honey~ Park Jimin's life was ordinary. Nothing more, nothing less. That was until he started to get the same dream everyday. Of him. Welcome. I hope you like it here :)
