my brain likes to cling on to small, insignificant things, like when i said sly he wrong word when talking to a friend that led to a huge embarrassment or something, so i'll get really upset when i see/hear certain things
well tonight it was pajamas
i have a really old pair of pajamas that i'd normally he wearing when i'd get on a call with him before i went to sleep. well after the whole thing went down, i banished them to the back of my closet.
my mom made me clean my closet, and i found them, quickly throwing them to a pile of dirty clothes. as i go to get into some pajamas now, there they are, folded and right on top. i didn't think anything of it until i have them on, look into the mirror at my frizzy hair, and spot the rose i have sitting in a small vase on my desk.
that sparked the nicknames "my little night owl," "little lion," and "my beautiful rose."
after ridding myself of every trace of him, after i've stopped thinking about him, after i've stopped longing to talk to him, it all comes crashing in.
what a nice way to begin my night.
oh and have another picture of yoongi i found
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damn, even yoongi can't make me smile... shit i need a break from everything. life, school, irl friends (what irl friends), my shitty, uptight, bitchy teacher, everything.
