The Untold Story Of Jennie Kim

The frustration of a loser.

Every word,

Every letter,

Every sentence,

You say, will go and hurt the person who considers you as their entire world. Sometimes, your biggest enemy might be you- your decisions, your attitude, your way of responding to a problem and so on. But the hurt you created will become pain, later a mark, and forever a scar.

You don't know my story, do you? The way I was cheated, the way I was treated, the way I was called. Every second, every moment, every pain, I have not forgotten anything my life.

If you think that becoming an idol is a piece of cake, then I recommend you not to read my story, because this contains years of hard work, months of evaluation and days of starvation. It is about the way, how I become a slave to my own dreams.

If you have chosen to read this, beyond my advice, then you must be in pain - may be bullied or may be fooled or maybe because you gave up on life. Life is short, but none of us live it to the fullest. You don't become a sinner or a murder if you kill yourself - little by little. Having depression and anxiety is like a side of the same coin. At last, you forget your own identify.

Sometimes, all I wanted do is to yell, sometimes I wanted to scream, sometimes slap on the devil's face. But the only thing I do to myself is to keep silence. The silence I saved, killed me. And, now I am a, vagrant, in simple words a beggar. A beggar, who begged for love. Or maybe a solider, who lost in the battle of love. Not only love but also life and time.

In my life, I met few jerks. These people are hard to find, and are even harder to live. They may be like a pest but they don't destroy anything. But there are few bugs that disturbs you and turn you down, in the toughest part of our life. Now, these kind of people are dangerous. They saw the best of me and got the best of me. I wish I never fell for their trick.

Among all the people, I met in his entire world, only few were nice to me and are worth remembering. They were

My mom,

My dad,

And my beloved teacher Nuna.

Even the dog, I grew, left me alone in sadness. And you know what; my foolish brain didn't worry about them. So, even they stopped loving me.