Why is human being are so complicated creatures? Have you ever thought about it? If not you are enjoying your life and you don't have time to think These shits like I do.

I think about this thing a lot. About humans, about their motives. Everything about them is exciting, true. But humans are also like this solar system.

Like days.

You don't get it, do you?

Okay. Let me say it easily. Have you seen those days where its too bright for you to even look at the sky? Its shiny and all the shits. Yes. These days are symbols of happy human.

And there are also gloomy days. Cloudy, dark. Mysterious. People enjoy them from far. Staying at home. They do not wish to go out. Well, I am like one of those gloomy days. But in human form.

I know I think too much. But it keeps me alive. Thinking. I do not wish to live in this world.

What does that do with any of them? They call me scuicidal. But come on. It's my life, if I wish to finish it then who bas anything to say here right?

Right?

No wrong. Apparently all of the people I know has everything to do with my life. It suffocates me. Makes me believe I need to die sooner.

They should have thought about it earlier. Leaving me to rot they were happy. Now when I am back with scars now suddenly they wants to fix me.

Lol it makes me sick. Well I am already sick! What else I need?

"Miss Min." Oh fuck! That was missing. Yes, now I will be sick to guts. I roll on my bed to face her

"Yes Mrs. Park. How can I help you?" I asked to her.

"Young Master wanted to meet you for breakfast."she said. Of course he wants to. He wants to make sure I am still alive. That's his passion.

I brush my teeth and wore a sweat pants under my tee that I was wearing to sleep. I took my phone and walk to downstairs.

"Where is he?" I asked to the first maid that I see in the hall.

"He is waiting for you in the garden. He will have breakfast with you." I nod to her and walk past to the main entrance of our huge mansion.

I could see some maids in the middle of the garden with a table that has umbrella above it. A huge one. This is such a drag!

I sigh. Walking past to the maids I sit on the table made for breakfast. "Good morning Miss Min." One of the maid said I nod at her.

"Isn't it a beautiful day today?" Saying Yoongi kissed me on the cheek. Yeah whatever.

"Yes. It is." I say dramatically and eat my bacon and scrambled eggs.

"You have college today?" He asked. I just nod.

"Namjoon said you were impulsive in last session. Why? You don't like him?" Yoongi asked and that was the end of a good breakfast.

"I do not like those sessions Yoongi. In which language you will understand? Namjoon is a great guy. But I don't like people asking me about my feelings. I feel they are pitying me." My voice was a more louder than I thought.

"You need to talk to people. Its not normal for you to avoid every single person you see." He said with a greeting teeth.

"I talk to you everyday. I talk to Mrs. Park, I talk to the maids here and there. I talk to Jimin, I talk to Jungkook. You want me to stand in the street and talk to random stranger? Does that will make you happy?" I say leaving my fork.

"You talk to me only. All the other people you mentioned are just staying quite beside you." He said he looked arround.

"Call Miss Min's Bodyguard." Here goes my pride. Out of no where Jimin came running.

"Jimin. Does she talk to you?" Well that was rude.

"I mean... sometimes yes young master." He is a bad liar you can tell by the answer. Here goes another drama.

"What about dad? You haven't talked to him for years." Its officially the worst morning ever.

"Yoongi, you need to stop." I say quietly. He sighed.

Holding my hand he creased them. "Y/n, I am just your elder brother who is worried about his baby sister. I want the best for you. I want you to be like normal 23 years old girls. Be a troublemaker, go to parties, waste money a lot of them, make boyfriend do impulsive things." I could not help but bust our laughing.

"Sounds like your college life. You want me to be a rich spoiled brat thats all." I say.

"You are a multimillionaire. You can be if you want to." This is a normal conversation. Right?

"Listen, Namjoon gave me the details of the best therapist for you okay. You need to see him from now on. That was the point of all these conversations." There it was. Another therapist. What's the count now? 17? 18? Fuck I forgot.

"What if I say no to meeting the new therapist?" I dare say.

"Then I will take you to the company parties. With all the aunties and people" that's a triggering thing to say to me in this morning.

"Fuck you Min Yoongi." I say to my brother who is six years older than me.

"I love you too Min y/n" saying he kissed my head and walk to our mansion.

"You could have lied better" I roll my eyes to Jimin.

"I am  sorry Miss Min." He bowed to me. Fuck all of them.

"Are you be going to college Miss Min?" Jimin asked me. I nod tiredly. Do I have any other options? No I don't.

I walk to my room and wash my face. I hate to put on make up. If people looks at me I don't like it. I just want to be invisible. But that doesn't happen in my college.

I slip into white shirt and a pair of jeans. I took my converse and put them. I took a backpack and walk to the stairs.

Then I sharply inhale and exhale.

A day with peoples. All good. I just have to act as if I am totally okay with them. Not a hard task!