"Our lives are not written in inks of cherry blossom pink but are smeared on paper in hot boiling red."

~T

Kim Ha Yoon's clock of sanity was ticking. From the stress of school - to the stress of dealing with her alcoholic father most nights - to trying to ignore the screams of her mother being beaten to a pulp by said alcoholic father - to being groped by a new shitbag in the club, and having to lie to her sweet as honey boyfriend to keep...