Yesterday I smiled and drank the night away, I went home in a taxi, too drunk to drive home.
Home is an apartment, three hours away from anyone I know.
No one knows my address, and those who do don't know or care who I am.
That's exactly how I need it to be.
I ate a salad, nothing on it, just leaves.
Work was the usual. Unimportant crap being tossed onto my desk, the jobs no one wants to do.
I never get anything good.
That's how I want it though.
Nothing important, nothing noticeable, no big breaks or promotions.
Then no one will remember me.
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Remember||K.S.J.
FanfictionThe diary of a girl who plans her suicide to be slowly carried out over the course of a year. I do not own BTS or Our lovely Jin, amd I do not wish to have any comments claiming him or other members as they are their own, not ours.
