The Lovesong Writer

she was barely telling the truth, though her mouth told no lies. she was merely leaving out important details. she was a charlatan, she was. a poser who could only weave lies. though what she was saying was not really lies, it had, more or less, the same value as one. she was barely there. she just existed in this world, barely living it. her mind weaved lies in a spilt second, lies to fulfill her other poser friends' pleasure. that's all she could do to keep them sastisfied. they would never know what she was doing secretly, what she kept from them. no, she was sure of that. and yet, once o twice, she could have sworn she glimpsed a knowing look in their eyes when she told them she had to leave.

-su rin

2:10 pm;
Still waiting for you-