That day.. [ EN ]

Our little shining star

8 April 1990
Seoul, South Korea.

Today we are the 8 April 1990 and today is special, very special. Today a Star was born. And this Star will never stop shining no matter what happens. It shone, shines and will always shine.
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The years go by.. And our little star shine brightly ! Soon our little star will discover a new world. This world that will make her smile but that will make her suffer so much.
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25 May 2008
Seoul, South Korea.

Little star has become big and little star has entered a new world. Yes, it is about this same world that I spoke to you a few lines earlier. This world which will be just as cruelly merciless with him as the one which will make him live the most beautiful moments of his life. Little star will be successful soon enough surrounded by these four other stars.
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The little star led what can be called a beautiful life. The little star seemed to like what she was doing.
Our little star was loved and recognized for her talents. But the little star hid her game well. Little star despite her life which did not seem so difficult, felt bad. Little star suffered from chronic depression..
The more the months passed.. The little star suffered.. To this day..
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December 18, 2017
Chongdam-dong, Seoul, South Korea.

Yes, that day little star decided to end his suffering so little star went to a store, little star bought snacks and a pack of cigarettes.
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Little star comes out of this store, as if hesitant, he seemed very little confident.
Little star sends a message to her sister and one of her friends, Nine9 .. Before committing the irreparable, he had taken the initiative to write a letter for Nine9. This is what he did. Here are the last words of our little star.
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" I'm broken on the inside.

The depression that slowly gnawed away at me eventually devoured me.

I couldn't overcome it.

I hated myself. I resolved to hold on to memories and shouted at myself to come to my senses, but there was no answer.

If there is no way to relieve stifling breath, it's better to just stop.

I asked who can be responsible for me.

It's only you.

I was utterly alone.

It's easy to say you're going to end things.

It's hard to actually end things.

I lived with that difficulty this whole time.

You told me that I wanted to escape.

That's right. I wanted to escape.

From me.

From you.

You asked who is over there. I said it was me. I said it was me again. And I said it was me again.

I asked why I keep forgetting my memories. You said it was because of my personality. I see. I see everything is my fault in the end.

I hoped people would notice but nobody knew. You never met me so of course you would not know I was there.

You asked why I live. Just because. Just because. Everyone live just because.

If you ask why people would die, they would probably say it's because they are exhausted.

I suffered and agonized about it. I never learn to turn pain into happiness.

Pain is just pain.