Dear Diary.
This life is stupid. I hate it... A lot. I'm no ones priority, not even anyones close friend.
Even my family don't care for me...
Today was terrible. I got replaced, again. We had to pick teams in PE, and guess who just got chucked on at the end because no one wanted them?
Of course, it was me! Who would of guessed? The whole world...
Anyways, usually Taehyung is there for me, but he's been growing distant and I'm not sure why. It's like he doesn't love me.
We used be so good with each other, I might break up with him.
But he was there for me when no one else was. I guess now he isn't
There's only Namjoon who talks to me, and makes an effort, but it's only so long before I scare him away too...
Jungkook wrote down all his thoughts, blocking out the entire world as he focused on him. Spacing himself out as he replayed the day, the words flowing as if it was a second nature.
His mental health was bad. He never slept, nightmares kept him up late at night, and his thought interrupted his daily life.
So to try and fix that, he kept a diary, and wrote in it every day without fail.
It was like his only friend, only it couldn't talk, breathe, live...
Isn't that sad.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Diary~ Jungkook
Fanfiction*10 years earlier* Jungkook scribbled down the last words before his mum came into the room. 'Am I really worth it?' The door opened, and he slammed the diary shut, spinning around on his chair. "It's tea time now..." "Ok, I'll be right down." They...
