Dear Diary,

They say that if you love a person, you can let him go. I say “ you, people. Because it is not real love when you let go of the person you actually love.”

I mean, I don’t want to be rude here but how can you let him go if that person is your loved one, the one you can’t live without and all those cliché stuff?

I’m Jiyeon. Nineteen years old. I think that it is lame to introduce oneself in a diary but I think it is important  for you to know my name and my age, just to remind you at least that this is not a nine year old girl talking (or writing, whatever). This—

One moment I was writing about stuff on you, the next moment I was already yelling and punching some guy named Chanyeol.

Just a few minutes ago, this notebook just got landed on wrong hands (for a few short moments!). I’m sorry about that. Chanyeol is my friend. He is the boy next door. The one who enters our house (even my own room, damn him) without permission. Like he lives here. My mother permits him to do whatever he wants actually. She adores him. She says that his eyes were adorable and that he is charming.

I forgot what I was about to tell you earlier, actually. Ok, so I would be telling you why I am writing this stupid instead.

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