Another day, another cut— I’m too numb to feel anymore. Too detached to even try, needles or the sharpest knives  don’t even phase me. In fact I enjoy the sensation. Aloof; but deep down I just need someone to let me know it’ll be ok. I miss my mother and brothers. My father…well he can rot in his personal circle of hell. Moving to Korea was bittersweet. At least I wouldn’t have to suffer anymore but I can’t say much for the people I left back home. This could be a cry out for help but I don’t really know anymore—there's something beyond behind her bright smiles.

 

"The price of freedom is high but it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

ooc stuff: f/24/GMT+8 | 1st/3rd just lemme know | empowered.