jennie bullies jisoo mostly out of boredome. at least that's what jisoo and the people around them think. they think that jennie is cruel and spiteful because bullies are like that.
but jennie isn't like that. she doesn't go around picking on peopl...
ever since i could remember, i had always been a clumsy child (i always drop things and my hands shake whenever i hold onto for something for too long). but that never stopped me from holding a pen and writing on my diary.
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my diary is my solace. as cheesy as it sounds, it's true.
no, i'm not lonely.
i have friends, but none listens as well as my diary. when i tell someone a secret, i expect them to keep it a secret. when i tell someone something, i don't need replies, i need them to listen.
that's what i want.
my friends are awesome people, they make me happy, but it's hard to tell them anything at all. i don't want to burden them with my own personal problems because they always seem to have none -- they're always too happy, too unproblematic, too liberated, and i'm always the opposite of them. i never felt that they'd understand me.
they're my friends, but i never felt myself click with them. they keep me company, make me temporarily happy, and once they're gone -- they leave me with the same emptiness that somehow i had gotten used to already. to make things short, i like my friends, but i can't bring myself to trust them. and so, whenever i need someone to tell my darkest secret to, i turn to my diary and i write.
i write everything.
sure, i sound like i'm a twelve-year-old for having a diary that knows more than my closest friends. sure, i look completely pathetic and somewhat pitiful but i don't care. i was born to not give a fuck about anyone and anything.
so what if i'm 17 years old and still have a diary? it won't hurt to have something, right? plus, diaries will never spill your most messed up secrets.
in short, i don't trust my friends enough to tell them my most fucked up thoughts and secrets.
dear diary,
i fucking hate jennie kim.
yes, you read that right. i hate jennie. i hate everything about her. i can't seem to understand how someone can be fond of her. i can't believe that someone can have the patient to tolerate her arrogance and narcissistic self.
i hate her more because no one seems to hate her -- but me. everybody likes her. to the jocks, to the cheerleaders, to the teacher -- even the principal is very much fond of her! i just don't understand.
some people might be curious as to why i despise jennie so much.
well --
"look who we got here!"
every muscle in my body tensed the second i heard jennie's voice. i couldn't help but mentally groan.
i'm sitting on our usual spot in the cafeteria, waiting for my other friends to come, but they're taking forever; now jennie's keeping me company.
