I read this to prove I can. Did I throw up? Hell yes. Did I throw my phone across the room? More times than I’d like to admit. Was this story the most shit fuckery I’ve ever read? You bet your boyfriend’s ballsack it is.
The character development is shit, we’ve got hot mess to brainwashed hot mess and sadistic maniac to sadistic man child. The plot? Is it in the room with us? No, it never existed in the first place. And people hate Minho? For WHAT? These are the same people who hate victim blaming, but, oh, golly gee, I wonder what they’re doing right now? Yeah, you get it. It’s 1:25 in the morning, I’m pissed, and I’m just going to go back to reading the Our Sunny Days chapters to cope with the hot GARBAGE I just read.
I read this to prove I can. Did I throw up? Hell yes. Did I throw my phone across the room? More times than I’d like to admit. Was this story the most shit fuckery I’ve ever read? You bet your boyfriend’s ballsack it is.
The character development is shit, we’ve got hot mess to brainwashed hot mess and sadistic maniac to sadistic man child. The plot? Is it in the room with us? No, it never existed in the first place. And people hate Minho? For WHAT? These are the same people who hate victim blaming, but, oh, golly gee, I wonder what they’re doing right now? Yeah, you get it. It’s 1:25 in the morning, I’m pissed, and I’m just going to go back to reading the Our Sunny Days chapters to cope with the hot GARBAGE I just read.