Today is the third day since the vetting on Sunday, and while I told myself that after I slept the night away on Sunday, Monday will be a better day, I still can’t seem to stop crying whenever I think about it.
I hate this slump I’m in, and I hate the self-hate that’s piling up, the same ones I’ve tried to slowly remove over the past few months.
Bangtan has always been there for me in both happy and sad times. Their words comfort me in a way that is very bewildering to me. But then again it’s not surprising, perhaps because they have experienced the very same feelings before, and hence are able to put them into such poetic lyrics that seek to comfort and heal those who listen to it.
Recently, while watching their happy videos, I start to cry even while laughing. I cried while watching run videos, while watching their funny compilations, while reading their stories on BTS World, and now, after I’ve watched Lights, their new Japanese single that dropped an hour ago.
The lyrics once again spoke to me, and they hit so close to home the tears fell before I knew it. They make me so happy that they make the sadness apparent.
“When I can’t answer any calls or texts on Sunday, I’m not in the mood for anything.”
“Though not very often, I feel sick of it. I feel a little helpless right now.”
“I don’t wanna listen to just happy songs.”
“I’ll face my loneliness, color my life.”
“Losing and gaining, but I’m still searching for something today.”
“Yeah I believe that things will change.”
“No one is perfect.”
“Even this moment has its own meaning.”
“I never thought there’ll be a sleepless night.”
“Turns out they weren’t lies and it made me get stronger.”
“What is love?”
“If there’s an answer I wanna know right now.”
“I’m breaking down I can see there’s light inside.”
“Dawn will come to the darkest of nights.”
“Overcome, even in the future, we won’t stop from now on.”
“Decide for yourself what it means to be happy.”
“Everyday, take a step to grow up.”
“Sometimes it’s ok to show weakness.”
“It’s ok to be you.”
“Don’t lie to yourself anymore.”
We were told on Sunday that our performance is lacking, and it shows that we don’t care enough. I know for myself that it is true, but I can’t seem to do anything about it. Since a year ago, I experienced a dance slump for the first time in my life after my worst bout of depression a year ago. I cried back then, the way I did on Sunday. Since then I’ve never felt the same kind of happiness I used to feel when I devote myself to this ‘passion’ of mine. I can’t seem to care as much as I used to. I want to be happy, I want to enjoy it, but I can’t. This feeling and guilt is paralyzing. To be told in such a harsh way what I’ve already realized for myself the past year, but yet am unable to get myself out of, has me thinking that perhaps it’s time I stopped dancing altogether.
What is the real me anymore? It feels like I’ve lost my old self, the one who believed that anything is possible if you tried, the one who believed that there is nothing more important and happy than working hard at a passion that you have.
All of those beliefs have since been clouded over by reality, negativity and a sense of helplessness.
It hurts, knowing that the things that used to make me happy no longer do so and might never do so again.
Sometimes I wish I can disappear off the face of the world, quietly, like I have never existed. Because I have existed there are relationships formed, and because of that, thoughts like this may hurt the people around me.
There is no place specific I want to go, perhaps somewhere where I’m away from people. A place where no one can contact me.
A place that is just nothingness.