love?
trust??
affection???
happiness????
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diary,
those words haven't seen you for many many long years. i can't believe i'm only writing them now, but is it for good or bad?! i can't sleep, i am deprived. these words are a concoction in my mind. this girl how come she is so beautiful, how come i can't stop replaying that scene, why do i felt drawn yet attacked? someone help me i'm drowning! drowning in a whirlpool of emotions? do i love her? why am i doing this to myself!
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i finally get home, to the boys, they are staring?
"What the fck are you looking at?!" i yell at the top of my lungs.
i tore at my face in anger and realised i looked like a panda, frozen tears clinging to my cheeks, and my eyes all puffy and red...
"ugh" i gasped for air, choking down, after all my crying. "aish baby girllll, who are you?! why are you haunting me like this?"
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*knock knock*
jin hyung enters and i swiftly wipe away my tears...
"yoongi are you good? do you need anything?"
"what i need is seora! what i need is love!!" i yelled.
i ran outside, the boys were staring at me. i don't care...
i'm going to the playground to pray for my forgiveness.
*** skip to the playground scene***
i see her laying on our bench. asleep?
i cannot help but cry...
sorry for it not being as good :)
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