'minjun, read this'.

gosh minjun. i've got enough of seeing you tear yourself down. i hate looking at you shred yourself into pieces every single day. and you do all these to yourself for one person. i just think it's absolutely not worth it. it's not like you're the only one. i wake up everyday to find my eyes hurting, find the same old sharp piercing pain in them like someone stabbed them with a spear, hard and deep.

the way you tear yourself down every damned day is too useless. you don't realise that it actually hurts everyone around you do you? at least those who really care...

girl, i'm not expecting you to shut away every single memory. i don't expect you to erase him from your mind and pretend he never existed. that's plain juvenile. but holding on to what memories there are less is no better my dear. sure, you were happy. but how happy? in that few days, tell me how many times would you lock yourself in the toilet and cry your lungs out? or how many times did you cry yourself to sleep? if you were to say, my dear minjun, that you were truly happy, i can put my hand on my ass and safely say you are definitely lying. without a bloody doubt.

and as i've said. i don't need you to throw away the memories and keep trying to convince yourself it never happened. cause that would be almost impossible and purely stupid. keep the memories for all i care, but accept it as past for heaven's sake. accept the fact that what's done is done and that you can't exactly turn the clock back. geez. it's not like you didn't have s ay in the whole big situation my dear. you made your choice... there's a once, maybe a second. i believe there shouldn't be a third. and so what if there is a third time? what if there isn't? are you gonna wait for something that might never come forever? i think not...

today i just watched the way you sat pathetically on the bus crying your bloody eyes out. i wanted to stand in front of you, point my finger into your damned face and laugh. the way you treat yourself is sad really... have some self-pride girl. yes, he may have taken away all he could have but he sure ain't gonna take away your life girl. your spirit. your soul. it's still all your's. and you're just chucking it out.

i don't expect you to bloody hate him. or pretend you never knew him. but look, he wasn't made for you and you do still know he can be one hell of a great friend... there are reasons for everything that has happened, i believe. and there is definitely a perfect reason for what has...

so girl, stop tearing yourself down and throwing your life away and being a loser. why can't you get a grip of yourself and have some self-pride for once. move on with your life. you know you can...

you weren't the only one who fell hard. i got up my girl, and i'm waiting for you. so if you'd just reach out for my hand and take it, i'd lead you out of this tunnel. it ain't that difficult because i've made it and i've walked back in just to get you out. so please, take my hand...


sometimes, schizophrenic talk does the best help to one.