Muse On Fame
I don’t know how to feel reading this. I feel insignificant, ignored and distraught. I get mad at others living the life I could only hope for; yet disappointed at my own inadequacies. When did I get so downtrodden? When did the flame that waited to burst die out? Why did I give up? I think I know that deep down I gave up on being a kpop idol because I believed I lacked the visuals, the talent, Hah- heck even the positive vibes. Reading this book left on chapter 25 with the idol kissing her ex boyfriend hurt. I honestly wanted the ex to end up back with her. And I find it unfair: that someone so unaccomplished can get the things I could only hope for. New jeans. Fuck. I hate them. I hate their fame and I hate how popular they are. I’m spiteful to the point where I want to be so successful that they can only cry about it. Why am I like this? I’m starving. Partched even. But I’m still a spectator in my own life. I feel for the mc but honestly I’m not too sure I can read on from now. It’s a really good manhwa. And I’m sure she’s gonna end up with the white haired dude. But at one point I was hoping the mc halo would prove strong and make her get a harem. I’m honestly disappointed that I couldn’t do better. Be better. Feel better. Why didn’t I try harder? Why didn’t I take the risk? Why didn’t I go to YG knowing that I could’ve had a chance for stardom? I don’t care about anything else. I just wanted to feel wanted by other people. I just wanted to feel loved.
Act-age