Ideological differences aren’t always because of maliciousness, though. Sometimes they are just the result of ignorance. For example, there are plenty of rural, white communities all over America where no people of color live. Or, if they do, only one or two families may live there. It’s not unusual for white folks from these communities to change their views when they go to college or move to a different city. They can actually meet different people and see past the rhetoric and BS that the actual racists in these communities push. Solution: Test your ideological differences. Expose yourself to different people and their way of life. Go do some volunteer work in a community of people that may make you uncomfortable. Talk to some people that live a different life than you. loved it !!! love Lou and Ryan... this is their story.. a fast paced rom/com... the first time I saw you... it was love at first sight... but I buried it... because you turned me down... now , I hate you... you irritate me...hating you... loving you... the banter... the chemistry... the love ? so much fun... Solution: If you are having difficulty conducting your life because of your moods, emotions, or actions, it would be best to talk to a certified professional to get the appropriate help. Mental illness can be managed in many different ways. Some people take meds, others use therapy, some use lifestyle changes, and many use some combination of those things. The best part about seeking help is that putting a name to the problem can help you find solutions to that problem. He didn’t know what to do, Jisung was drunk and pretending to be okay. Minho didn’t want to see Jisung cry, and his smile was nice, even if it was false, so Minho just decided to go along with it.

You’re welcome” Jisung grinned as Minho was pulled up to play. Jisung pretended that he didn’t like the way that Minho glared at him. It felt like they were friends. Maybe if Minho didn’t hate him, they would have been. I get into these moods where I hate myself, I hate life and I hate the people around me. I don’t know why…” Seven years later, we’re working together. So much has changed, but he’s the same arrogant a**hole with the same penchant for teasing me senselessly.

10. Feeling the need to win.

Of course, I know Minho.” Bambam scoffed; he was lying. “He’s a great friend of Chan’s, and myself actually.” If it was at Deaun’s, maybe that would be best. He knew he would have to face her again and apologise, explain. He would never ask her to forgive him, she probably would anyway, but he didn’t deserve it. Me too” Minho smiled at Hyunjin sadly, who was trying to keep the smile on his face and failing miserably. Chan had dragged them all into hanging out together again, he didn’t have to try very hard anymore and Hyunjin was more than happy to host. Everyone here loved him. A crowd filled the room, and the party became Jisung’s personal concert. At some point, a boy with silver hair screamed,

He hesitated before putting his number in Chan’s phone. Chan was friends with Minho and Minho hated him. If Chan wasn’t as friendly as he seemed, if Chan secretly hated him just as much, Jisung didn’t want to think about what they could do with his personal details. You are done for – a living dead man – not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the “mystery” of life.” It really didn’t take that long for Minho to find him. Jisung has somehow managed to sneak around everybody and get out the door and into the hallway without being noticed. He had tears streaming down his face and was crying with frustration trying to get the front door to open. His drunken hands, fumbled with the handles, unable to spin them together with the synchronisation needed to get it open. I don’t know what happen to my family members mother, father, elder brothers. They are fighting each other mentally and physically

2. General or social anxiety problems.

Minho!” Deaun called and Jisung’s last chance to escape unnoticed disappeared. Minho looked up smiling, then he saw Jisung and his expression froze. Tommy bit his lip. He was breaking. Minho nodded at Bambam, hoping he understood it to be a thank you.

Minho handed the remote to the boy who was waiting on the couch. He beat Jisung too. As did the girl and both her friends. Jisung was determined though and didn’t let the countless beatings deter him. Minho might have been lying when he said that just dance had nothing to do with actually being a good dancer because he was smashing it. After a few rounds he grabbed Jisung’s hand and dragged him up off the couch. He knew she had forgiven him, but he hadn’t forgiven himself yet, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would. Becca Baldwin is a contemporary romance writer of relatable heroines and near-perfect book boyfriends. In her down time, she's a drinker of all the teas, cat worshiper, book enthusiast, storm lover and fan of all things romance. The outside air was cold bit Jisung’s bare arms. He remembered wearing his hoodie yesterday but couldn’t remember when he had taken it off. He hoped it wasn’t still at Minho’s, it would be a lot harder to pretend none of this had happened if the hoodie remained as evidence. He wouldn’t be able to wear it again without remembering Minho’s arms around him as they walked. He wouldn’t ever be able to wear to school; it would just remind them both of how Jisung had cried and how Minho had cared.Maybe leaving his hoodie at hers, would make him see her sooner. But not today. He would probably end up putting it off his entire life. The conversation on his phone would remain one-sided. The hope Jisung had fooled himself into believing came crashing down and Jisung was left facing the unlikely reality. They wasted the day away, skating down empty streets and enjoying each other’s company in the way that only best friends could.