Simple

I’m a simple fangirl.

I do concerts, live streaming, listen to music, watch shows in peace. But I don’t care about other things. I don’t follow casting news. I wouldn’t know what to do with photocards. I think ad boards are silly, stan accounts are stressful, & coffee trucks confuse me.

Well, that was one month ago.

Since then I (among many others) was filled with a rollercoaster of emotions. From the gripping horror that we would be losing one of the greatest dynamics of the show, to sheer anger on people: on cruelty & unkindness, to relief on the sprouting support from friends, mere acquaintances & colleagues.

Sure, I didn’t make a twitter stan account, but I did reopen in⭐, my old Naver account & vlive. Guess who thinks and prays for good things and good news. And guess who bought brand ambassador merch & donated to food/coffee truck endeavors, etc? Who bought a grid/organizing board to fix her desk, so she can be inspired to work & study more? Yep. Me.

Why?

Because I wanted to fight for it. Yes, I wanted to fight for a stranger, who made me laugh, cry, and be hopeful during the dark days of 2020 onwards. It seems petty for many, but I’ve been curing bodies for years — and its the soul, the heart, the mind, that is actually the hardest to heal.

I still think I’m simple.

Many will think I’m a fool.

I’m cheering in my small and simple ways, not because I think of perfection. Not because I’m blind.

I’m cheering because I want to be heard. I’m cheering because you’re YOU. And that’s always been enough. Not perfect, not shining, not brilliant, but enough. For me and for many.

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