A book I never meant to write, made of cracked mirrors, glitter-stained tears, silky secrets, and strawberry-flavored sorrow.

Why I Ended Up Glitterbombing My Existence.

I never planned to publish a book. I never dared.
I had always written in the margins of life, never thinking I’d let anyone read what I wrote.

But there came a moment when I realized just how much I had held myself back. Not just words, but versions of myself I was too afraid to show.

I used to think things had to be perfect before they could be seen by others. But perfection is a cage disguised as prudence.

So I chose something else: honesty.
And I decided to finish what I started—not because it was flawless, but because it was my story, and I felt the need to pour it out somewhere everyone could see.

I’m not even sure why.
Maybe I just wanted to feel heard.

This book is the trace I chose to leave behind. And I hope one day, I’ll look back and think: I’m proud of my legacy.

Everything
I Tried to Say

This book speaks of growing up in silence, in violence.
It holds the memories and thoughts of a girl trying to be good, normal, useful. Anything other than disposable. In societies that failed to protect her, her mind was not just neglected but wounded by judgment and suppression.

Sorrow, pain, shame, love, detachment, anger, resilience, survival. I sprinkled verbal glitter over them all, in the hope of making sense of them.

Confetti
Made of Scars

I decided to name my book Glitterbombing My Existence because I wished something broken could also feel magical.
I know that’s not how it works. But I like to believe anyway.

I want to turn all my wounds into confetti and throw them in the air, just to see them fall in a beautiful way, for once.

I’m not trying to aestheticize or romanticize my sadness.
I’m just trying to feel better about my scars.

I want to give them some color. Name them, maybe.
That way, hopefully I’ll understand them better.

So that one day, I can finally become something magical, fluttering through the world like pixie dust.

Take a Peek Inside

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  • A raw dismantling of the romanticized “sad genius” myth, exposing the unglamorous, suffocating reality behind depression, and why true healing is worth more than any aesthetic.

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  • A deep dive into living with overwhelming feelings, navigating breakdowns and survival. Without false hope, only with unflinching honesty about what it takes to keep going.

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  • English has always been my go-to comfort language. I can express myself more openly, and I can relive my trauma without my brain exploding.

    In Korean, everything feels too close, too intimate, too vivid. And I needed some distance, if I was going to talk about my past life.

For the Ones who
Feel Too Much,
but Smile Anyway,
Just to Be Polite

If you’ve ever left a negative review for a delivery driver who never rings your bell—while in a not-so-good mood—and then, hours later, questioned whether you did it out of spite and whether you’re a bad person…
Welcome, like-minded person.
You’re exactly like me. Or at least bizarrely similar.

If you’ve ever cried in the middle of gaming with your friends, typing lol that’s so funny, hoping they won’t notice you crying, or quietly leaving voice chat…
Maybe you’ll find this book interesting.

I can’t tell you what kind of person you are.
I can’t tell you how to feel better.

But I can tell you this:
You’re not being dramatic.
Maybe you’re suffering, just like me.
And it shows. That’s it.

I can’t fix it.
But I can assure you: you’re not alone in those feelings. I’m here. And I’ll probably keep being here.
We can be fellow human beings, suffering together.

Does that sound good enough to you?