entry prologue ; seul mi

dear jongin,

It's 1 a.m. It's dark, below negative degrees, and silent.

Normal sunday night.

I've been staring at this blank white paper for I don't know maybe a half an hour now.

I'm not tired if you're wondering. I'm up actually. Wide awake. I'm awake thinking about nothing in particular. It's just a normal sunday night like I said. My room is soundless, I am soundless. Everything is okay. It's fine. I'm fine.

Would you believe me if I told you that? If I went up to you (on the rare days of me even talking) and said: "I am fine." do you think you'd buy that?

Cause I wouldn't.

I don't have anything else to write about to you. I'll probably just sound stupid if I continue right now anyway. Also you can just forget about those questions I don't know I was being weird again. Well, I mean I know you won't ever see this but ...

Nevermind.