I Know, My Friend. It Hurts. But'll Remember Him Properly, Like You Said, As A Bright Star.

I know, my friend. It hurts. But'll remember him properly, like you said, as a bright star.

The brightest start still shines

Why is this whole situation so ironic? I mean why music can heal the people who listen to it, and why it doesn’t have that power on the musician who make it. The last person who died was Kim Jong Hyun, the one who inspire me to write this whole thing.  I receive the notice when I was on the bus on my way home and since then I can stop crying. He has committed suicide. He had depression and after some time he died. His case hit me real hard, I have been a ‘’real’’ kpop fan since this February and I have also have depression. It’s hard to deal with it. You truly pretend to be the happiest person on this world on the exterior. To make the ones around you believe it, to not make them notice how you feel because if they do you suddenly feel more like a burden than you already do it before. But inside of your brain all things change, you feel like and absolute shit and you only think that the only thing you do is feeling that you don’t matter to anyone even to yourself. But back to the real thing, he was one of the best singers that Korea has had, part of one of the most famous and successful gups that the kpop industry has have, one person whose smile could light up your day, who was a little dork, in conclusion, he made you love him. You may think. Why does he died? he got everything that he wants. But you’re missing something he got all his life ahead. He has only 27. Yes, the cursed number. Another one to join the 27 club, with many others as Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Jim Morrison… and many others. I still refuse to believe that he is gone now, I have been listening him all day, sobbing. Lying to myself, to make me believe that he isn’t gone for ever. Finally, my sincere condolence to his family, his friends, to Shinee, to all his SM level mates, and to all the Shawols.  Let’s not forget that mental illness isn’t a joke, they are real, and we must fight TOGETHER   against them. You are not alone, we aren’t alone. Let’s remember him as the bright star he was. Rest in peace sweetheart.