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.

       He sniffed the ground filled with many green leaves and fallen branches.  Scrunching his nose, he picked up a trail.          A divine and sweet scent that cannot be mistaken for any other.          He looked around and spotted no one and so he continued this delightful trail.           There, in front of his chocolate orbs, stood an angel.          "Mate", he whispered into the winds.

      I wish I could be skinny.         The mirrors haunt me and numbers scare me.          They're pointing and laughing.           I don't know what to do.          Help.

       I can't hold in my feelings for him.  When I see him, my heart pounds a little faster than usual.  I sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep myself from saying anything that shouldn't be said aloud.  I want to embrace and hold him forever.               I want to squeeze his cheeks just for a little bit as if he were a child.  He is just too godamn cute.  Someone just sue me, please.            His cuteness is just overloaded.

      There's a legend that goes around in these parts of town.  In the middle of the ballroom, there is a chandelier right above.  If you were to dance under it with your partner, when the bell strikes, your relationship with that person will last a life time.  

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.

       In my freshman year, I met this friendly and outgoing guy.  I was amazed by him.  The way the sun light shone upon him making him look like an angel sent from above.  His small little smiles that brings me over the edge.  I remember meeting him for the first time.  Of course, being me, I stuttered.         The second time, I spoke to him was near the end of senior year.  I learned that he wanted to become a musician or a songwriter.  One of his goals was to travel around the

          I think Kai only keeps me at his side because he wants to carry the pain of his burden. His sin. When he is judged by many people and alchemists like himself, he looks straight forward and pretends not to hear. He knows what he has done wrong. He fought for love but never got the love he wanted. Instead, he gained my love. Over the ye

Everyone in Seoul is a fairy tale creature.  Some are vilians while others may be heroes.  Or perhaps even a damsel in distress. Well, Do Kyungsoo is none of the above.  He is nothing but a newspaper boy who delivers newspapers. Can you guess whos who?

          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 never wanted this.  I was never always like this.  I am living a life I do not want.  In terror and fear.         To the world, the queen was known as a ruthless killer.  No one knew what the Queen of Hearts actually looked like.  Only the King of Hearts did.  Only Park Chanyeol.         He will always remember the queen's face when she said, "I will forever be alone."

       Black and white are two different colours.  Two complete opposite colours.  However, people do say that opposites attract.  I hate the colour white.  My dream is to paint everything black.  Just like my soul.          However, I endure this pain of mine for the Queen of Diamonds.  Her favourite colour, sadly, happens to be white.  Innocence and purity.           The world is not innocent nor pure.  Wonderland is horrible and lacks of happiness.  Wh

      I'm not cute at all. I have big eyes and I'm so short. Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee makes fun of me for my love of cooking. I'm no wonderful person at all. Everyone makes fun of me. I don't deserve love.        

       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.

      This riddle loving cat will, perhaps, forever be in love with the march hare.  He doesn't care if he isn't loved back by him.  Being near him is fine for him.  Love is wonderful, right? Love is strong, right?        O, the many things love makes you do and want to do.