"H-hyung... no.. wh-why-" "Why? Why? You ask why?" "Hyung why are you doing this to me? What have I ever done to you?" "Shut up. Shut up! I don't want to hear your annoying voice. It's time." "N-no... please hyung. Don't! Please..." "Goodbye, Sehun" *BANG* exo member: #5

Two good friends. Two great goals. One achieved. One failed. One promise made. One promise broken. One life taken away.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   "One promise. We made ONE promise and you broke it. I can't believe you." "Hey... promises were made to be brok-" "No! I don't want to hear it! Whatever I'm leaving!" "No wait! Don't go! Wait no look where you're going! Wait!"

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. 

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

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

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

Sometimes I wonder what could have been.

You left without saying anything. We loved each other very much. We  made memories together. We kissed, we made love. We had fun together. We loved each other. So please, Please. Come back home.     2ne1 member: #1

"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

I look at myself in the mirror, and I finally realize why I am always left alone.

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

What happens when you suddenly gain genuine resentment for what you have become?

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 grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away. I can't just let him go like this. But he swatted my hand away. "I said, I'm done. I'm not doing this anymore. You and me, we're done." What have I ever done to make him like this? I grabbed his hand one more time. "Oppa... please." This time, he threw me across the sidewalk. I fell down and scraped my knee. Chanyeol didn't even stop or turn. "Enough is enough. I'm done." One last time...

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 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

"In many tragic love stories, when the lover leaves protagonist, he/she usually lets go of their holding hands, leaving the protagonist to be alone. And of course, the protagonist complains about the cold hand." "...yes." "Ok but like that's the exact same thing as taking off a mitten during winter. So how is this sad or dramatic in any way?" "Why do you have to question everything?" "I mean, I'm jussayin."

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

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

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.​

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.

Every night I'd dream I had the life of Cinderella. Every morning I'd wake up to a normal life.     It's as Belle said. There must be more than this provincial life.