"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

Park Jimin. Just thinking of it makes me throw up. He is just one of those jerks who plays with girls hearts. I hate it. He is the most popular in the school. I may be simply a nerd but I know way more than just school. Charismatic? Handsome? Cute? Sweet? Don't make me laugh! I'm his next target, aye? Think again Park Jimin, you have made an mistake.

Sooo I started this series and I'm actually kinda happy with it. I hope other people like it as much as I do (if not, even more so). As always, this will be on my Instagram @dreaming.of.oppa EDIT: Oh my god. Y'all actually like this? Here I am, rereading it 2 years after writing it and I want to GOUGE my eyes out. It's so cringy and I'm sO sorry. I want to rewrite this story, make it readable. Please don't read this thinking this is how I still write, how my mind still functions. Because I promise you I've improved. Read at your own risk, but please know I WILL be rewriting this to make it amazing like I originally planned. I love y'all for the support ❤️