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Even in the time he spends alone, his heart is breaking. His own thoughts, harsh words from others build up inside until they have no choice but to spill over.
He wonders why all of this has to happen. He wonders why he can't find true happiness.
Has anyone found true happiness?
Jimin knows his life isn't some love story, and in fact is probably the very opposite.
If every life is a movie as some say, and every movie has a genre, what's the genre of most people's lives? What is the genre of Jimin's?
His life is full of heartbreak, tears and failed relationships, and all of it involves him.
Is his life a drama or a tragedy? Perhaps to some it could even be considered a comedy.
Jimin decides that the only thing he can think of as a genre for his life is tearjerker. It's a tearjerker. And probably not a very good one. One that you only watch if there's nothing else to watch.
Jimin is tired of this life, tired of how easily he falls in love, tired of how he always loves more than everyone else.
Jimin loves too much.
And he fucking hates it.
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