Why am I sad I have no reason to be?
*remembers I have the sad for no reason forever disorder*
Oh yeah
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Why am I sad I have no reason to be?
*remembers I have the sad for no reason forever disorder*
Oh yeah

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Pareço feliz por fora, e é isso que mais me confunde. Porque ninguém imagina o caos que carrego por dentro, nem eu sei como ainda disfarço tão bem.
I'm scared
âYou bleed just to know youâre aliveâ
Authorâs note: recently i am very obsessed with Iris by Goo Goo Dolls and this story came randomly into my mind while listening this song. I hope it bring you comfort, just a little bit.
MASTERLIST
To be someoneâs Iris is like hearing the heavens whisper at you that finally, you are someoneâs greatest and only love.
Pairing: Mingyu x reader
Genre: Fluff, comfort
TW: Depression, family problems
Inspired by: Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
Word count: ~ 1690 words
Rain drummed steadily against the window, each drop shattering like tiny glass beads on the glass pane. The sound should have been soothing, but tonight, it only made the silence louder. You sat curled up on the edge of your bed, knees drawn tightly to your chest, headphones loosely hanging around your neck.
âAnd Iâd give up forever to touch youâŠâ
The lyrics slipped into the dimly lit room like a fragile whisper, weaving through the cracks of your breaking heart. Youâd been replaying the song endlessly, as though somewhere between the notes you might find the strength to breathe. But instead, every chorus seemed to pull you deeper into the weight pressing on your chest.
You had hoped today would be different. You prayed, even just for once, that this year would be kinder. That the weight of judgment would finally lift. But hope had a cruel way of betraying you.
Their voices still echoed in your head, sharp and unrelenting:
âYouâre wasting your life.â
âYouâre not enough.â
âWhy canât you be like them?â
It didnât matter how much time passed. Those words still clung to you, burrowed deep beneath your skin, and tonight they were louder than ever. Louder even than the song youâd put on repeat.
Tears slid silently down your cheeks, soaking into your sleeves as the music started over again. Your chest ached, and your breaths came uneven, trembling around the lump in your throat. You told yourself youâd cry just a little, just enough to feel lighter. But the well never seemed to run dry.
Somewhere between the soft guitar notes and the aching chorus, you heard a knock at the door.
You froze.
Not now. Not like this.
The second knock came, softer this time, but you still didnât answer.
âBaby,â Mingyuâs voice came through, muffled but gentle. âAre you okay?â
You swallowed hard and stayed silent. If you opened your mouth, youâd have to lie. And lying to him always felt impossible.
The door creaked open anyway. You didnât need to look to know it was him. The air shifted the moment he stepped inside. Mingyu had a way of filling the space without saying a word, like a quiet kind of warmth that reminded you of sunlight after endless rain.
He didnât ask for permission. He didnât try to force the walls down. Instead, he walked over and sat beside you, close enough for his shoulder to brush yours. Without a word, he took one dangling earbud and slipped it into his ear.
And for a while, that was enough.
You sat there in silence, the storm raging outside as Iris wrapped itself around the two of you.
It wasnât until your chest finally gave way that you broke. A choked sob escaped, tearing through the quiet, and suddenly your body was trembling, the weight of everything crashing down at once.
Mingyu didnât hesitate. His hand found yours, warm and steady, and then he pulled you into him, tucking your head against his shoulder. One arm wrapped around your back, his thumb drawing soft, grounding circles on your sweatshirt as he whispered something you couldnât quite hear over the pounding in your ears.
âIt hurts, Gyu,â you finally breathed, your voice splintering. âThey make me feel like Iâm⊠nothing. Like Iâll never be enough for them.â
âI know,â he murmured softly, his voice low and steady, as if afraid the moment might break if he spoke too loudly.
You wanted to believe him, but the words replayed in your mind like sharp echoes you couldnât escape.
âWhy do they hate me so much?â you asked, barely above a whisper.
He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. His gaze was calm, unwavering, and full of something so steady it almost scared you. âThey donât hate you,â he said quietly. âThey just donât see you the way I do.â
A bitter laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it. âMaybe theyâre right. Maybe I amâŠâ You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. âBroken.â
Mingyu cupped your cheek gently, tilting your face until your teary eyes met his. His thumb brushed away a single tear, lingering as though grounding you back into the present.
âYouâre not broken,â he whispered, voice firm but tender. âYouâre human. You feel, you hurt, you bleedâŠâ His breath hitched softly, his tone dropping into something barely audible. âYou bleed just to know youâre alive.â
Something in you shifted at those words and is not from pain, but from the way he said them, like he understood the quiet kind of suffering you could never explain. He wasnât trying to fix you. He wasnât telling you to stop crying or to be strong. He was simply there. And somehow, that was enough to keep you breathing.
The chorus swelled softly in the background, the lyrics intertwining with your heartbeat:
âAnd I donât want the world to see me⊠âCause I donât think that theyâd understand.â
The words hit differently now. They werenât just lyrics anymore. They were yours. The world had never really seen you. Not the way you were, not the way you felt. And maybe they never would.
But Mingyu did.
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his forehead gently resting against yours. âI canât promise the world will understand you,â he whispered, his breath warm and steady against your skin. âBut I do. I see you. All of you. And Iâll stay. Always and forever. I promise.â
And for the first time in a long while, you let yourself believe him.
You closed your eyes and let the music wash over you, his arms holding you together when you felt like falling apart. The storm outside raged on, but in his warmth, you were safe. You didnât need the world to see you. You didnât need their understanding.
Because here, in this quiet moment, you werenât invisible. You werenât broken.
You were seen. By him. And that was enough.
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Im tired, boss
Does anyone know why this would happen??? I don't think it's supposed to work this way???âââ
Me: *takes a walk in the woods and feels great while doing it*
Me: *gets in my car to head home*
My Depression: You thought I was actually gonna let you feel better after taking a walk in nature? Pfft, you're hilarious! *makes me feel worse than I did before the walk*
Es una noche larga, atrapada en la nostalgia junto con la pena profunda,la sensación rara de extrañar a alguien que no tiene rostro, me siento atrapada extrañando un fantasma.