yoongi,
     why did you watch as they pushed me and my friends to the ground and kicked and punched us? you sat there, a statue, while bruises bloomed on my skin and tears fell, words like 'faggot' and 'whore' were flung carelessly at my friends and me. I thought you were different.
the next thing I love about you is your carelessness. your lack in caring about things that really aren't that important to be stressed over. you should be a little less, careless, though.
kth.