STORM.

☹fourteen

i live my life as if the highs were mountains.

even at my best i fall to my worst.

the second i climb that cliff i fall off into a sea of sadness ready to drown me.

over and over.

after awhile i gave up.

i gave up climbing.

what's the point in reaching the top when you're just continuously going to get pushed over the edge again and again?

hoseok laughed at whatever just came out of my mouth.

it was a joke about myself.

yet, was it a joke if it was coated in truth?

just because i said it for a good laugh didn't mean i hadn't stayed up the night before having those words rewind in my mind like a sad film.

you didn't look too amused by the joke.

then again, you didn't look too amused by me at all lately.