I used to be a straight, punctual person. A real renaissance man. But then you came along and ruined everything. And now I wonder, was it for the better?

Dear sister, can you help me lie? I've told the truth so many years No one seems to want to hear that I'm not someone else inside   I've been along this lonely road Looks like I'm not coming home but I don't mind Please don't cry.

Many have the misconception that tears roll down the cheeks of the crying being.  Tears. They do not roll down cheeks. They unravel. Every tear is an unraveling story.​

Because it's agitating to know that you can't do it even before you've tried.

"You wanna hear something funny?" "Sure." "The person I ask to love me throws me away like garbage yet the person I ask to stay away risks rejection by loving me." "Oh..." "Wanna hear something even funnier?"

"I'm not who you think I am." "I'm not what you think I am." "I'm not real." "...I'm not real."

When we see things from the corners of our eyes, we don't clearly see something, but we see the gist of something. But sometimes, that gist of something looks so absurd we have to do a double take and when we take that second look, we turn our heads completely to the direction of that something to see it clearly. And then we realize, oh, it wasn't that absurd. These things happen so often, that we don't think much of it. But one glorious mind wonders, why do we see such absurd th

I don't understand why you're screaming at me. I didn't know either.

Everywhere I look, everything I do, it reminds me of him. The book we both liked. The bed we made love in. The song we sang together. The places we went on secret dates. It hurts, it hurts so much. The emptiness I feel in my heart.             exo member: #10

I don't know why I did it. I don't know why I couldn't stop. My friends continously told me to just end it once and for all and forget about it. But I never did.  But now I will. "One more chance, please?" was always spat at my face with that disgustingly beautiful face of yours. And it was thrown at me again. But that's it. There are no more chances. One last chance? That was thrown away a long time ago. 

"Well... I've always had issues. Ever since I was little. I could never stand up for myself and I always needed someone to take care of me. To make matters worse, my parents died when I was in middle school. I know what you're thinking, wow another cliche right?"

"WHAT are you DOING?!"  I was cleaning my room when my mother walked in on me. "I'm cleaning my room." "You've been cleaning your room for THREE HOURS! And you're not even halfway done!" I looked around my room to see it almost clean. All I really had left to do was vacuuming the floor and I was done. "What are you talking about?" "DON'T YOU USE THAT TONE WITH ME!" Tone?

"All my life I thought I'd fulfill my dream of becoming an olympic winner. I guess God thought otherwise."                 Red Velvet member: #1

Once upon a time, a handsome lion fell in love with a beautiful mouse.             JJCC member: #3

Welcome to the psychopath test! Are you a psychopath? Let's find out! Here are 15 questions. Check your answer and see if you're a psychopath! . . . . . "What do you mean? I'm not a psychopath... I'm not a psychopath... I'm... not... a psycho... path! . . or am I?"                  

'You never do anything on your own, someone always has to do it for you.' . . . 'You're right, I'm not the one who led myself to this conclusion, you did.' . . . 'You did this, not me.'

The longer I thought about it, the more I realized I was the child I wished to be.

People say life is like a story. When one chapter of your life has ended, move on from it and start a new one. But, there is no book that starts a new story after one chapter has been finished, unless it's a collection of stories. Every story develops from the last chapter. So, why is it that people tell you to forget? If life is like a story, it is morally impossible to forget. . People say life is like a st

I knew it was no big deal but I couldn't help feeling nervous.

You couldn't have expected me to deal with all of this without going crazy, could you?

He was too quiet. No one bothered to care.        But...       Everyone wished they did.           exo member: #14

I didn't tell you. But I didn't lie.

"You dress like a hobo." "Your room is too messy." "You don't study hard enough." "Your hair is a mess" "You talk too much" "You talk too little" "You're too loud" "You're too quiet" "You never listen" "You never help" "You never try." ... "Why do you live? You never do anything right. Just go a