The first cry of april summer....that wasn't the last time you cried. Babies cry when they were born, because this world exactly isn't an ideal place to live. You don't live here, you fight everyday. Living is fighting. Some are good at putting up with it, taking it as a part and parcel of every day activity. Some- like you - aren't ruthless enough. They say I'm naive, some say I'm cunning. NO one ever said that I'm me. They all see what they want to see and I decided to show what all I really have. They judge you, like they are made for it. Because they know they can't destroy you by any other means. Some judge you with good intentions and it depends on how well you take it. Some back stab you, some kills you with words.
Nothing good eternally lasts.
It's always picking up the broken pieces, our wounds and move away.
Some really don't move away. It will haunt you forever.
Year after year, not getting what you want will make you frustrated as hell. But, hey, not everyone gets what they want. The person who got what you wanted won't be happy because he might have longed for something else you have.
Jonghyun-ah, I still don't understand what you were depressed of. You don't have to tell me what happened with you, because, now you are already at peace. But do enlighten me who at the moment is undergoing same depression as you. I would want to help them.
Good morning, my Jonghyun.