AN - 12/08/14 | I talked about homework again, so I noticed. Why? I wasn't even in my sixth form years during this time so art wasn't the issue nor health and social. So what...class could it have been for? *thinks hard* Hm, I can't remember! But that's fine, I finished high school like two years ago, I'm free! (ô‿ô) But for anyone reading this story now still in high school then best wishes. But let me tell you, don't ignore your own desires for fun and definitely take rests if you need to, even if it means skipping a day of school. Trust me, your own health before education, totally. Oh, but work hard to, of course.

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Minho thought that Taemin’s comforting words from last week would’ve cheered him up even a little by now, but they hadn’t. Not even in the slightest did he feel any better despite the nice hug he had been given (until it was ruined by his molestation experience).   Taemin’s hands sure liked to explore, that’s for certain.   Minho just didn’t understand how his happiness could’ve diminished so easily. Surely it wasn’t because he was no longer in the presence of his neighbour, that would be insane, wouldn’t it? The university student refused to suddenly become dependant after moving out of his parent’s house after months of planning! Yet there the devastated Choi Minho was, curled up on his couch and listening to a very sad romance song with a pillow under his head, a blanket draped over his body and a picture of himself and SeoYun from their first date was the devastated .   For every day of this week, Minho had done something very depressing and unhealthy.    On Monday, he drank horrible tasting coffee so that his tongue could wallow in regret like he did and think only negative thoughts like how bad (the coffee) he was or how (the coffee) he never should’ve been created. Drastic, he knew, but he was too numb--despite the heartbreak he could feel--inside to care.   On Tuesday, he unintentionally cut his finger on a sharp knife whilst making a delicious turkey sandwich but instead of tending to it and bandaging it up, he allowed it to bleed just as his heart did. In the end, his once white bread became stained with red and he was forced to throw it away, much like Seo Yun had done with him.   On Wednesday he watched angsty romance films and dramas where one of the sappy lovers either died or…yeah, they all died, through suicide or otherwise. It amused him how women killed themselves because they weren’t strong enough to handle their men cheating on them with a more up to date mode, yet it was hilarious how the men always swore vengeance again the accomplice of his lover’s dishonesty. Was Minho supposed to take that as a sign to fight back and dish out what Seo Yun had given to him?   No, he wasn’t a violent man.   When Thursday came, he grabbed an old guitar and took to writing a depressing song   about a woman leaving a misunderstood man and then a poem about how love was dark and nothing but dark things like heart ache, lies and being apart.   On Friday, he wrote letters of disappointment to his past self about how he should’ve tried harder if he loved her so much, etcetera--all the things he wished he had thought of beforehand so that he would’ve be in such a mess right now.   Today was Saturday and he didn’t have to go in to the University, which only gave him more time to shamefully mope about. Having a lot of free time never seemed so risky before, but it would be as long as he continued to let his emotions overflow and spiral out of control like this.   SeoYun really is all the things Minho wants in a girlfriend and more. Breaking up after eight months of dating is just too hard to handle. Minho tried his best in his relationship but he failed so now he was back to square one, which is thinking he wo