I have trouble expressing my trueself people often think I am mean and harsh, but I'm not.

I have a one husband Kim Jaejoong ♥

Two boyfriend Kim Junsu and Shim Changmin

Two Crush Park Yoochun and Jung Yunho

Together they make Dong Bang Shin Ki ♥♥♥♥♥

 

There's this amazing singer that can calm my soul just by a note, he may look cold and harsh on the outside but deep down he is a big softie and a motherly person that always looks out for s. Kim Jaejoong is his name. I also believe that YunJae is real, call me delusional but I can see it in their eyes.

Like I said this adorkable with a to die for hot body will always take top position on my list <3

 

 

To be continued

Like any other person in the world, I have a hidden character, one that is completely different to my shell, a side that I feel so insecure with, enough to hide it with a mask.

Behind this mask, no one else besides me knows, and no one else besides myself will know, not my families nor my friends…because…I am afraid. Afraid to the point I can only write about it, to let myself free..or else I might suffocate…not litterally…but somehow…

That imposter is what everyone view me as, but deep down I’m different…although I try very hard to cover up I do not want to lose this side because…it is my true self…

…but I do not want to lose the mask either

…one side keeps me protected…the other makes me feel reality…

Words are such beautiful inanimate objects, with words anything is possible; it holds power, emotions, thought and what your personality is like. Words tell me how a person is brought up, with different tones it can reveal the personality of one. Words can bring happiness, the right words can turn a frown upside down. Although I am still young words hold a lot of meanings to me, and deeper meaning to me than anyone else, why? Because I think I am exposed to loveless words more than usually.

I’m not complaining about my life, I even think my life is perfect, but there are no such things as perfection. I have siblings, parents, a home and everything else a child in Africa, India or any other developing countries would be very grateful to have. The surroundings people always try to fill me up with love, although there method is not very good. Even so…I feel like I am missing something…that I can do more…a lot more than what I am now. This makes me feel out-of-place, and that I’m not meant to hear these words. These words to me are loveless, I don’t know why, but I don’t feel warmth even though I can see it, I can’t feel it…I am so confused.