i’m so fucking bitter why’d i get a mental illness cocktail why the fuck did i deserve it ill never feel comfortable in my own mind in my own skin i’ll never want to exist i’ll never feel like it’s worth it i’ll always be a mess
Park Bom is the most weak and pathetic idol I have ever laid eyes upon. The tragedy she faced in the 1990’s when her friend died, is not an excuse to go on a three year hiatus in 2014. Dong-woo of infinite’s father recently passed away before their comeback, and he never once considered going on hiatus. He continued to promote and be part of the comeback because he loves his fans and gained nothing but their support. Park bom is a selfish, coward with weak personality. Cant handle a fan base.
Admin Y:Every person deals with loss difrently you can’t compare one case to another. We are all unique and deal diffrently with grief, agony, pain of loss, sadness, health issues and even joy. The same goes with mental illnesses/disorders. Also I dind’t took your permited pictures because Bom was super blurry. And everyone needs to see crossdressing Dongwoo as Bom ♥
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