>I’m not a strong lady. I used to think, I am strong and I’ll be strong. But how wrong I am. I’m super weak. I’m super fragile. I cry easily. I get jealous over small stuffs easily. Usually, I’ll talk things out. But if that thing really hurts me alot, I tend to escape. Escape from this world, this reality. This feeling sucks.
I tried to face. I tried my very best. But I still can’t. I guess, this is my personality that I can’t change. Outside, I may seems strong and such. Inside, I’m super super weak. Ask my close friends. They’ve seen my worst, accepted my worst and everything. That’s why I feel so free around them. I feel so, happy. And of course, in return, I showed them my best too.
I can be a good listening ear to everyone. Not a good advisor though. But, I can never understand why, I can never be my own listening ear, I can never be my own advisor. Every morning on my bed before I fall asleep, I tell myself to be strong, to stay strong. But then, tears just flow down by itself. No matter how much I tried to stop them from flowing down, they won’t stop.
Pillow’s stained with my tears. Out of curiosity, I tasted my tears. They taste super bland. And I always thought, tears are suppose to be salty? Oh, or is it that, tears with feelings are salty? Tears caused by numb feeling are bland and tasteless? I’m numb. Numb by everything.
Wasted 2 days at home. But what is this? 2 days are nth, I’m just getting closer to my death. The world’s ending in 2012, remember? Come on, be quick. 2012, come quickly. I want to see my fate. Do you know that staying on Earth is so, difficult? Let me put it this way, having a life is difficult.
Why am I born a human? A complicated human? A human with all these stupid emotional stuffs? They hurt. They make me weaker. And I hate it. Everytime I stood strong, I will still fall whenever I saw my friends. Why am I such a weakling?
Everyday before I stepped out of this house, from that gate, I practice my smile. To make sure they’re perfect.
Every time when I wake up, I tell myself, smile for today, don’t be upset. But, I failed. I’m upset almost everyday, I guess.
So easy to put up a strong front. But behind that fake smile and strong front, I wonder how many tears have rolled down my cheek, how many times I’ve told myself that I suck in everything, how long have that scars been there and how long more do I have to stay this way.
Look at those hard work behind that smile and front?
Friends always thought I’m happy all the time. But they are not me, and they’ll never be me. All the things that happened in the past and now, etched in my mind. In my memories. Unhappy & happy.
I don’t want to have memories. I want to get into a car accident and lost all memories. Even those happy ones. Because I want to have new memory. I want to be happy. All those past memories will only pull me down whenever I want to stand strong.
Everytime I seems to be down and my friends happen to sense it, they will ask, “Are you okay?” As usual, I will answer that I’m alright. But inside my heart, I am screaming, ” I’m not! I’m not alright! ” But, this can never be let out. Because I don’t want them to worry.
我希望我可以坚强一点
我希望我可以变开心一点
每天带着一个假的笑容出门很辛苦
I’ll be okay tmr. I promise. At least I hope so? Just give me some time.
The reason I got so upset and everything, is because I STILL mind her being your ex. I don’t know why. And what I’m feeling now, is just, so new to me. I just don’t know how to control it yet. And because it hurts me so much, I tend to escape. I just don’t like how she contacted you, and you didn’t tell me. When my ex contacted me, I told you. Why won’t you tell me that she contacted you? WHY? Afraid that I’ll be what I’m feeling now? If you told me earlier, I’ll be better. I still can accept it better. And what’s with you starting a topic with, “How’s life?” That’s a topic that can be continued. Do you wish to talk to her more? Let me know then. I will know what to do. I know it’s my fault to browse through your acc. I can let you browse through mine too, if you want.
And they said, jealousy kills. I agree.
Psychological fact – When someone tear, the first drop from the right means happiness and the first drop from the left is pain.
Mine? From the left.
I hate how I’m falling apart in the inside.
For 11:11 & 12:34 just now, I wished & hoped that everything will be okay.