The lonley white haired softy

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The whole story of minjoon
Hello my name is Minjoon Michi
I'm 21 years old and I work with a famous singing group I work on the clock I was in the family business but ended up working here I was abused as a child by my father so I guess you could say I tried to stay positive during my child hood but lost to many mental illnesses due to a traumatized child hood I didn't have many friends except one he was super kind to me and he even offers me my job to be honest I think I'm in love with him but I don't know how to say it to his face he was a blonde with beautiful blue eyes while having two different colored eyes in my family was a curse to "the next child I would have" my dad knew that I would never fall for a woman so he got me surgery for that problem when my mom came to take me with her I didn't want to leave because I'd be leaving my best friend but I was tired of living with my dad she had given me two days to pack up and think about what I was going to choose I was in such mental pain I couldn't think right and ended up packing without knowing I ended up giving my number to the love of my life sadly it's been a while since I talked to him on the phone but I can't blame him he is the hyung of the group so I couldn't say anything about it and the work that kept coming to me I was never gonna get some time off to speak to him I don't even know if he remembers me but I didn't want to know if he did I was more focused on work if any thing funny huh I've travel from state to city to country yet I still see no satisfaction in any thing I started to run out of my pills for my illnesses and it got worse by the day my voice and expressions where disappearing and the voices in my head where getting on my nerves my body was getting weaker to yesterday I could barely stand on my own two feet but I had stoped working I'd half to figure out where they where that was going to be annoying AS Fuck oh man I wish a miracle would happen because my body's more like an empty shell if anything man I would kill to get a day off work now I'm talking to myself again *sigh* when will I be able to tell him how I fell before something bad happens.

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