ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs: 
ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴄʀʏ, ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ.

ʙʀɪɴɢ sɴᴀᴄᴋs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪssᴜᴇs. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ.

I write stories because therapy is expensive and Lee Know won't answer my DMs

𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘈𝘠 𝘒𝘐𝘋𝘚 𝘚𝘈𝘝𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌.
𝘓𝘌𝘌 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘙𝘖𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌.
𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘑𝘐𝘚𝘜𝘕𝘎 𝘓𝘈𝘜𝘎𝘏𝘌𝘋 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘎𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋.

Emotional state: somewhere between "fine" and "I need to scream into a bread loaf"

𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞:
- music that understands me better than people do
- aggressively napping as a coping mechanism
- walking like I'm in a music video no one asked for
- the sound of rain when I'm being dramatic for no reason
- Lee Minho ignoring everyone but petting cats like a saint
- playlists that match my emotional decline

𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞:
- people. just... people.
(but I tolerate like 2. and one of them is probably fictional.)
- people who call Minho "mean" when he's just emotionally lactose intolerant
- my will to write when I actually have time

𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞:
- texting back (I want connection but I also want you to go away)
- making plans (yay! until the day arrives)
- deep talks (healing? yes. embarrassing? also yes.)

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨™:
- silence = peace? or emotional cold war? who knows.
- glare = judgment? or affection? unclear.
- cuddles? no. cat.
- compliments? blocked.
- love language? unsupervised chaos with occasional eye contact.