i'm mina, myoui mina to be exact, seventeen years old, and has a broken family. that's basically the only information that any stranger needs to know about me.
i seem to be cold, alone, and rude, but all of those were just a shield, to protect myself. my mother said once, that to protect myself, i shouldn't show off my true feelings, or else i'll become like her one day.
i was still small back then, i didn't understand what she said, so so on, i just remained how i used to be, the cheerful kid who always had a smile on her face.
i started to have friends during preschool, it was just all a innocent drama, after all, who really still remembers things back then.
oh well, yeah, me.
i still remember, i was seven years old. just seven, i saw my parents argued every single day, after school, before school, night, day.
i thought that was normal, until i told this to my very own ex-bestie, jinhee.
song jinhee, my very own ex-bestie, who betrayed me before my very own eyes.
i told her about my parents arguing every single day, at first, she just told me,
"it's okay, every single couple does all this, there's nothing to worry about."
i still remember that devilish smile on her face, and i still regret how i blindly listened to her every single word.
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the girl and her guitar | jimina
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