oHHHFUCKSSXZZZZ… mental breakdown
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at one point you realize that it’s not worth it. it’s not worth your energy, time, or effort to fight against it. so you do it. you give in… not because you’ve lost but because you’re wiser. you know better. it’s not worth it. i think.
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Ur the best sister!! And one of the best people I know!! Thanks for being there and happy happy birthday!
I just saw this now… and it’s been more than a week since my birthday. You’re the best brother and also one of the best people I know. Thank you for everything too. 누나가 요즘에 좀 이상해도 잘 참아줘 ㅠㅠ I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.
There’s a crossroad that I always have to walk pass in order to get to my house. The dangerous and simultaneously thrilling aspect of this crossroad is that there is no traffic light to regulate the passage of pedestrians across the road. Because Korean drivers are selfish and will never stop to allow people to cross the road first, pedestrians need to forcefully shove their ways through; or else, they’ll never be able to cross the road. It’s really kind of scary though, especially at nights when cars are driving a little too quickly. Cars come from both sides and you need to constantly look side by side to see if cars have enough time to slow down for you. People who are new to this road usually run for their lives or end up standing at one side of the road for forty minutes waiting for a miraculous time to come when cars aren’t on the road. After nearly a year of living in this neighborhood, however, I have now become accustomed to this crossroad. I don’t care if cars, taxis, or even buses are speeding towards my direction; I keep walking and hope that my body won’t be smashed in-between those vehicles. Drivers give me dirty looks. Some bus drivers even yell in my direction. But I can’t give less of a fuck. All I think about while walking that road—it only takes about 30 seconds to cross—is about how death is so easy… and life can end so quickly and trivially. And then I think about the consequences of my death, which really isn’t all that much. But today I had a different thought. I really really had to pee. So what if a car crashed into me and I got a near-death injury and had to go to the hospital? That means I won’t be able to pee for another few hours… and then I wake up from my injury and I would have to pee like a motherfucker.
