All he thinks of himself is what an awful monster he is.  He believes that he does not deserve flowers as they will only wilt as his touch.         I am like the weeds on the ground, the dead trees and the fallen leaves.  I am unbearable.      Yeah, he has been poisoned by his own thoughts.  

       He killed himself because he finally wanted to be happy.  However, in the end, he was still unhappy.  He walks days and days in those same clothes.  White v-neck and a pair of dark blue jeans.  His hair is almost as bright as the sun but just a tad duller.  This man can't be seen but he can walk through anything.  He sees them crying with saddened tears.  If his heart was still beating right now, it would break into a million pieces.  Kris Wu asks himself, "What have I done?"

It's scary holding something inside of you for so long. It's just waiting to explode out there. You become scared to tell anyone. Scared that they will judge you. I'm not a perfect being. I am broken.  I am dirty.   And I am so sorry.

You call yourself ugly. You flinch away from happiness. Who would love a monster like me? For I am as ugly on the outside as in. He is as fragile as an anemone, the beautiful wind – flower. It's petals are thin and can easily crumble by hatred. Its light and pleasant smell can waft through the forest by the winds of spring and its tough roots extend underneath the surface of the soil elegantly.

          There were people who thought Tweedledee and Tweedledum were twins. In fact, they were not. They looked absolutely different and acted totally different. And they loved each other.  

         Saranghae.              All you could hear was a crack.  Then a thump.  Then silence.  His heart slowly broke into pieces.  One by one.  They were falling onto the ground.  No one could help him because no one could hear him.  Or perhaps they just didn't want to.

       I am so sorry that all I can do is hurt you.  I'm so sorry for not being strong for you.  I know that one day you will explode and it will be my fault.  If only, I didn't fall for you.  If only, I could turn back time.         I am nothing but a coward.  A coward that you don't deserve.

        In my world, there's only one thing that is important to me.  Huang Zitao.  However, in his world, the sky is grey and miserable.  It's always so glacial and cold.  Mist follows him everywhere.        All the hatred has caught up to me.         I despise it.  I despise it all. 

      Love is like a snowflake. Each one is different. Each person you have loved were different in many ways. They did not look the same. They did not act the same. They did not dress the same. But each one has made you fall in love with them.         I hope that maybe you'll be a

       Isn't it nice to do the things you love everyday? Feeling proud of all the effort you put into your work. It can be nice but for a certain somebody he has always been working his off. Fixing clocks here and there.          One customer gives him a little visit. It isn'

       Wonderland is a world filled with unique stories and lives. There were many sorts of people living in this world. The Queen of Hearts was the leader of this world who loves playing croquet. There is a white rabbit who is constantly late for everything and is a loyal servant to his majesties. A Cheshire cat with purple stripes who loves to give out riddles to lost ones. The Mad Hatter who was a

         Happy Cafe was a cafe to give out happiness to others. And how did they do this? It was through the magic of their foods and creations. Putting your own happiness and love into foods and giving it out to others can bring such wonderful things to others who need it.