Dear Diary,
the sleeping pills are in the first drawer next to Hoseok's side of the bed. I know he takes them every day because he can't sleep well anymore. He tells me it's fine. That it's because he is a dancer and his legs are restless even at night. (Yeah, he often kicked me. 2 years ago!) When the doctor prescribed them that sure was the cause. Now I think it's for other reasons; like to forget.
I'm not good for him, but he would never admit it. He deserves someone better than me, right? Even if he loves me he also believes in life after love. I should leave him. When we're together; it's a nice feeling because we're both crazy. This is like a drama evolving right before my eyes. I'm slowly losing my mind and he'd follow me everywhere, wouldn't he? I hope he doesn't. Please don't, Hoseok.
I'm so shook with doubt. No matter what I try; I keep falling. The hole gets deeper every time. I'm digging my own fucking grave so why not just die?
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FanfictionLeave while you still can because our girl is toxic. Run as fast as you can because our girl is addicting. Stay away if you can because our girl is not who you think.
