I am 16.
I spent 22 August crying, thinking too much, having Korean BBQ at Seoul Garden, crying, feeling horrible about my exams, studying, watching TV, oh and did I mention crying? This has got to be the worst birthday yet. I felt as if my mom died and my dad died and my hamster and goldfish all died and the trees outside all got chopped, as if there was nothing left to life. And the only one who could save me from all these, didn't.
Everyday feels like the end of the world to me.
Sweet heart, bitter heart, now I can't tell you apart.