Writing is no longer a coping mechanism. This is a good thing, please read it like as though I wrote it positively.

We all have different ways of deciding and evaluating how worthy our feelings are to have them be talked about, and I found a way to find out how: I'll call once and if you don't pick up, I probably shouldn't talk about them. This happened today.

I have progressed from listening to sad Japanese music to really upbeat Korean pop and I am enjoying this change.

It is three in the morning but the sky is still black and the birds are probably asleep. Why do I find listening to the sound of birds chirping in the morning so therapeutic? I've always tried my best to sleep at 6. I want to watch the sky turn white again before I get some shut eye. I told you about my sleeping habits before and you only laughed it off.

"For someone who complains about being tired all the time, sleep should not be the least of your worries."

If people were colors, you would be black. Because you are both arrogant and humble; you can be the nicest person on earth but you demand constant attention; and because you are both my favorite color, and also the color everyone else loves. You were never really black.

I did not mean to be what your perception of me is. It happens.