Year 4

Our teenage years

They both want to feel better and do their best,
but you know, bad habits…

 

They feel bad when they eat.
They feel fat.
They eat less and they run.
Sehun likes to jog late at night in the forest while Luhan likes to jog early in the morning in wide fields.

One day, they won't eat anything .
The other day, they will eat like crazy.

They like this starving feeling, their stomach being as empty as their mind.
They like feeling full, feeling like they are going to throw up.

They eat to fill their heart and boredom.
They do not eat to empty their head and sickness.

What the hell.
Are we fine in the end?

 


They sleep a lot. In the bus, they sleep, in class, they sleep, after lunch, they sleep, after school, they sleep, after finishing their homeworks, they sleep . 
They sleep in order to forget the reality and live in their dream which are only dream, where everything is possible and not real. A way out. They want to escape and they know they are being cowards. No one cares but Sehun and Luhan do, they still have some kind of pride.
Besides, when you wake up and reality strikes you like a , oh dear Lord, you wish you did not sleep. So you are there, rolled into a ball under your blanket crying and wishing you could disappear. 

Sleeping is like being dead.

 

 

My friend is Sehun and I am Luhan. Alix, my precious friend, thank you for saving me. I love you.

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Xyakori
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Chapter 7: I wish you well and thank you for sharing this. Makes me wish my most precious friend(family but she obviously doesn`t feel the same) could at least try to understand and support me just by being there. She`s gone though. I see her every other day for a little and we laugh and stuff but she is gone. I`m leaving for uni in 2-3 months. I don`t know if I can "get over" it, her. I love her in all ways, including romantically/ually whatever, but most of all she is the most precious person for me and she left me, blaming me when all I did was withdraw because she didn`t really care. After 12,5 years. Thanks. And a bunch(ton) of other crazy and maddening stuff happened during the last three years and I`m left struggling not to break down or freak out. Gonna find some friend/s(just anyone I can have a mind connection with, really) and if it doesn`t work I hope I will still be up for going to a psychiatrist and not in the pit of depression. Tried the psychologist, can`t do more than this. Sorry for writing my summary, better and easier than diary to comment on stories like this. Good luck!