It wasn't me I didn't do it Everyboy seems to think that I'm a killer

  This is exactly what the title says it is, my AFF diary. Read this, don't read it, get mad, don't get mad, it doesn't really matter. Because this is a diary.

mei has a new obssession in the form of 2048 and suho is not impressed. at all.  

♦ ‛‛                 hey, shout your voice to the world!                           

Because when Jungkook has trouble confessing to the girl of his dreams, his k-drama-obsessed hyung is always there to help.  Or he could just make things worse. Who said life can't be like a k-dram

how would it feel to be  f r o z e n  in  t i m e,  

Even though it's a horrible place Even though it's far from perfect It may not be the paradise that I dreamt of

I don't want, nor do I need your pity... ...Continuously muted and slowly forgotten; that is what I am I will only speak when I know my vo

  In the search of knowledge, never forget that knowledge can empower as well as enslave.        

You are in every word I say You spill out in every word I say

Today, I woke up to the sound of birds singing outside, and I already knew it was going to be a good day.As I normally did on a Saturday, I got up, got dressed, and went out with my friends. I laughed a lot today, I smiled happily all day.

You left me alone in a place I don't understand You forced me to become someone I don't want to be I don't want this

  In which BTS finally manages to lose their oldest hyung (and Taehyung gets blamed for everything) "Wait, are we missing something? ..

Actions speak louder than words...   ... I don't know why, but I did   An intense, black flame that both attracted and terrified me...  

your tranquil voice, your transparent tears with your two small hands, you embrace my heart i would probably feel very happy -

a world divided, a world destroyed, a world of hatred, a world ruled by them -

Xiumin found himself walking in time to each rise and fall of the haunting melody that seemed to press down on his shoulder heavily; his heartbeat slowed to a near standstill, following each grief-ridden note emanating from a distant violin. The grey mist felt cold, like fingers holding him back, hindering him from moving forward; the wind

  Understand... The one who resists with themselves in mind and suffers in mind and body, or the one who forces with the purest  of intentions and suffers in heart and soul