"LIFE IS HELLLLL"
She mumbled, staring at the glowing screen with dead eyes filled with depression, anxiety- Or maybe ADHD.
"....and here we go again Another day ended successfully in the never-ending war between my mind and this freaking reality."
So hello everyone I'm Serena. I'm 24 and Today I faced the existential crisis as always and now you know what it's 10:30 PM already (My shifts ends exactly on 9:00 PM they made me do extra labor with no overtime money) but I still have to commute so I can go home but it takes a whole freaking 1 hour to reach my home maybe I'll reach tomorrow or never cause I've had enough and don't have anymore strength left in me for anything else.
Lord help me now they want me to work for 15 minutes more I literally wish I was never born on this capitalistic planet. Should I complaint to Labor right?
The janitor already went home.
The cockroach in the corner was blinking at her judgmentally.
And she had eaten nothing all day except for stress and cold coffee cause it is what it is.
Another freaking email.
"Google, is it legal to kill your boss?"
Another "urgent" from her boss.
Subject: Need this by EOD.
Time: 10:40 PM.
EOD = End Of Depression.
She slammed the laptop so hard the soul of Excel screamed.
Stood up.
Looked around.
"I'm not a person anymore," she whispered.
"Serena you're just a deadline with legs."
She rushes towards the bathroom like a ghost with IBS. (Irritable Bowel Syndrome)
Sat on the toilet seat, hoodie up, anxiety peaking.
She opened her gallery-every pic was either food she never ate or her fav K-pop boy band making finger hearts like they gave a sh*t about her.
She stared at her bias. He's Ryu the love of my life. Who makes me forgot everything.
The man who doesn't know she exists.
"If you kidnapped me, I wouldn't even fight back," she whispered.
"Just saying."
Then came the ad. (She can't even afford premium.)
Bright. Flashy. K-pop music.
THE KINGS
FINAL CONCERT. ONE LAST TIME. SEOUL. TOMORROW.
Book Now. Hurry up.
She blinked.
She clicked.
She booked.
Her savings? Gone.
Her dignity? Already dead.
Her sanity? Never existed.
Flight Tickets
Booked
With her last left savings and now she's finally broke.
It's a do or die situation and you know what I am just doing it for the plot and listening to these voice in my mind cause these voices are literally my guardian angel.
I am nuts and broke at the same time now but whatever at least I have a concert ticket, and suddenly that was more healing than 6 therapists and a tumbler filled with cold coffee.
She stepped out of the bathroom, after losing her mind and savings at the same time.
She sat at her desk, opened her laptop, and started writing an email.
She yelled across the near-empty office to the last 10 employees, "I FINALLY LOST MY FREAKING MIND!"
Click.
She literally sent a resignation email to her boss.
She packed her stuff, put on her headphones, and blasted her favorite K-pop boy band:
The Kings
She rushed towards the exit while shouting "WHO GOT THE TICKETS"
Later that night, she wrote a note to her mom:
Dear Mom
"Gone to scream at hot 7 Korean men. Don't wait for me.
P.S. If I disappear, I was reborn as a star. Or a K-pop backup dancer. Or a cult member. We'll see."
She packed:
-2 outfits
-1 lightstick (which she got by working extra part time jobs)
-47 different emotions
-and a sh*tload of delusion
At the airport, she looked like a disaster waiting to board.
Greasy hair, panda eyes, walking like a zombie who just quit capitalism.
Security asked her, "Ma'am, are you okay?"
She smiled with dead eyes.
"No. But I'm going to a Concert. So that's practically a Yes"
On the plane, she stared out the window dramatically.
Rain hitting the glass like a K-drama intro.
She imagined herself in a K-drama Scene
She imagined herself as the MC-the main character-who had lost everything but somehow held onto one tiny piece of hope.
"Sometimes," she thought, "you have to hit rock bottom... and then dig a little deeper for free Will.
Then she slept.
Snored.
Drooled on the seatbelt.
Dreamed about her bias carrying her through a thunderstorm while she cried about the concert tickets prices.
Serena is practically on her last stage of delusion. She's unstoppable and not bothered even a damm about her future.
When she landed, she smelled Seoul air and almost cried.
Not from emotion.
But because she'd forgotten to book a hotel and hadn't eaten anything but mints in 14 hours.
But none of that freaking mattered.
Because tonight- SHE was going to see HIM.
The man who had no idea she existed, but had more impact on her life than her own f*cking therapist.
"I may be poor, broken, and slightly constipated," she said,
"but dammit,
I'm alive. And that's how it Started.
Not with a plan.
Not with hope.
But with a girl on the edge, a concert ticket in her hand, but on the other hand the universe got some magic left for her.
TO BE CONTINUED....