Diary Entry|| Minsung

17

There wasn't much notes left to read so Minho decided to read them on Sunday.

Oh yeah. Today is Sunday.

Minho laid down on his bed opening the book to this year as 2018 was just more birthday wishes and depressing quotes.

Minho flicked through 2018 and came across a page that had red scribbled all over it's contents.

Minho looked at the page like it was some kind of satanic ritual on paper.

He could barely make out some of the words.

I'm sorry.

"What?"