i'm burning with comments about exo that i swallow down most of the time because honestly? who the fuck cares: no one. the answer is no one. not even me (i am a no one). in five, ten years time it's more likely that i'll be satisfied that i don't have any tracks of my own thoughts, because that's where i am in life right now, even about my old shinee feels. i feel that i should also note: your own words? that is for eating. so be fucking careful, self.