I hate myself.

Whenever I look to the mirror, I see nothing but endless imperfections staring at me. They say everybody has imperfections, but why do I have to be imperfect in all aspects of my life?

I hate myself.

Omma and Appa keep telling me that they love me, they care for me, and they are always there for me. I'm an only child. I think my parents are scared of having another kid after learning that their first born baby is mute.

I hate myself.

Everyone who says they love me just pities me. And to think that I’m so young and I have decades more to live, I don’t know if surviving is mandatory when suffering is inevitable.

“Just keep writing. Write whatever your heart desires and it will bring you happiness that only writing can give.”

“You are what my heart desires.”

Winning Kai's |101 EXO Positions | 4 Rounds of |Pleasure Slave: EXO Edition | Broken | A Boy Named Chan Yeol

Am I the only one here who is in love with my poster?

©madameunhye original story poster and background. Credits to all the owners of the original photographs. This story is fairly short, but the romance will build itself up so if you prefer straight fluff story, this is not the one. But I'm proud to say that this is the kind of romance you don't see everyday.. No copyright intended. All Rights Reserved. 2013. If interested in re-posting somewhere else in any shape or form, let me know. I wouldn't prohibit it unless you ask and you give proper credit :)