#diary;meme

Notebook that I use to write sensless stuff,

Hi. Nope, still awkward as fuck— Why do I even bother with keeping this? Damn Hakyeon for forcing me to do so. I do not need to be reminded of crap every single day, Cha Hakyeon, thank you very much. 

Speaking of which, man he has changed over the years. I mean, he still has that cheerful and charming vibe going around him but it's not the same as it was before. I wonder what happened— but at the same time, I don't want to know. It's...his life, after all. He is the closest thing I have to a fucking friend, though. I can't fuck it up with my lack of care.

Hello fucking diary, 

that seems like a fitting start for today's entry. I'm going to talk about Hakyeon— no, not about crossdresser Hakyeon. It's bitch Hakyeon time. Why are they even so familiar looking? The only similar thing they have is their affection for online dressing up games. Damnit.

This little asshole fucking said my name today. No, not Daichi— Taekwoon. He fucking called me Taekwoon and I was about to snap his neck, I swear— But I can't. I can't do that and I don't know why. I hate Hakyeon so much. Hate him. 

He has this strange and annoying hold over me, something I can't understand. How can I even deal with this...bag of snark and sometimes stickly sweet words— when he changes his personality thing, or whatever he does. 

Dear— no fuck, why do I feel like I have to write this part— 

Today, sitting down against the apartment complex I live in, smoking as usual, and trying to avoid whatever social life I am supposed to make with other people (who made up social rules, anyways? fuck him too)— I saw a male that caught my attention. He looked so— secretive, I don't know. Something was off in the way he seemed to carry himself, analizing everything around himself— Judging, trying to avoid walking certain spots like there was some kind of ghost there. Strange.