Monday, April 7, 2014
I'll Hold My Breath.
Watching the clouds pass by isn't exactly the best hobby to have, but it makes me wonder. Wonder about what on earth am I doing with my life. It's fine having flaws and imperfections, but sometimes, it's better to work on them. But I don't know how to. I've been thinking about the resolutions that I've made every single year. To be happy. That keeps popping up every time - clearly an indication that I haven't been really happy for these past few years. It's really easy to fake a smile and brush off all my hatred and anger lightly, but no one ever knows how hard is it to make it seem so easy. I honestly expected myself to be better by now, but I don't know why I'm still getting sucked into this black hole of negative thoughts and depression. Maybe it's because of the little insecurities creeping back into my life again.
Sometimes I ponder, what if I did things differently then? What if I chose to join other CCAs over choir in secondary school? I might be a completely different person today. I don't know why, but even though choir has blessed me with 5 lifelong friends, I have a lack of male friends, since I was a Soprano all along. And then there came the great depression when my voice finally broke when my promise to my friends was fulfilled. I just couldn't sing anymore, and it honestly felt heart-wrenching hearing myself sing like that when I used to be so much better. If I joined something else, maybe I would have been really fitter, and have many more male friends. To be honest, I don't really know how to interact with males, even though I'm one. Today's heart-to-heart talk with Clare was really inspiring and a wake-up call for myself. I feel really blessed with a friend like her. It's been an awesome 5 years of friendship with her, from being arch enemies in Sec 1 despite going home together and becoming the best of friends today. I really miss all the bus/MRT rides we had, and the times when she really stood by my side and guided me when I had the darkest hour of my life.
Back to the topic, I'm really going to post something personal in here, as it has been ages since I've last posted about something specific and personal about myself. Like what I've said, I don't have any close male friends. I mean, if I'm needed to list down all my friends in terms of friendships, it wouldn't be surprising if the Top 10 are girls. I think I have big issues with socializing, especially when I'm thinking way too much. I have this huge problem of thinking that I'm annoying someone as I'll constantly flood my friends with personal messages if I'm really close with them. Maybe that's the reason why I tend to shy away after some time, when I conclude my thoughts with my fears.
Sometimes I wish that I could replay everything all over again. I used to take everything for granted, and it was too late for me when I figured out what I was missing out on after letting everything go. Thinking about it now, I don't even know what went through my mind when I decided to let go of certain friendships. Maybe those were the days when my mind was filled with so many little things, that I've forgotten about the big picture of my life. Too busy with scrutinizing the little details that I've completely destroyed the entire image which was originally pictured in my mind.
It feels like the first time in forever, since I've genuinely felt that way. Maybe it's because I was confused then, and I just couldn't let go of what was left behind in the past. And it seemed like forever, since I've last felt liberated in feeling this way again. Sometimes I call myself a fool, when there's going to be high probability that I'm going to face failure again. But I don't know, I seem to be clinging onto something that seems so hard to hold on to.
Tell me that we're still too young,
and I'll hold my tongue.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Recovery.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
53 Quotes That Will Make You Rethink Everything.
Words I Never Said.
but I'm talking to myself.
Say something. Sometimes I wish I had the courage to say something. To speak up, to let others know of my opinions. Maybe if I actually said something, things might have changed for the better. But now, it's too late to muster the courage that was needed, and everything still remains unsaid.
I honestly want myself to stop thinking so much. I think I tend to over-dramatize my thoughts a lot. Like seriously a lot. It sucks having a tsunami of possibilities flooding in my mind over every detail that occurs. Maybe it's this thinking that made me analyze every situation at the best of my ability, but it doesn't help in letting me restore my inner peace. I think I've overdone it again. I've chosen to not heed my junior's advice and just go for it. Maybe it's plain stupidity on my part, because I simply lost the words to say when the conversation struck. But at least one thing's for sure now, that feeling. That feeling wasn't what I thought to be. It's just a linger. Linger for the friendship to be restored again. But no matter how much I want it to be restored, things will never be the same again. Would it be the same to leave our state now, then to wait for it to fall apart in the end again? This entire drama, it was entirely my fault, and I take ownership for it. I don't think anything I say, or anything I do, can make me forgive myself for what I did. Sometimes when I think of you, guilt fills my heart. You were always the forgiving one, but I was shutting you down, and out, completely every time you tried to save things.
I got to do something with the barriers I build up between others and me. Maybe they have grown stronger over the years after what I've experienced. The fear of meeting new friends and ending up in disappointment. To be honest, I wasn't exactly transparent with those around me, especially the friends that I've made during the past 1.5 years. I was quite superficial to them, and they didn't deserve the treatment that I was offering them. You know, it really sucks hiding in the mental cave that I'm always in whenever I'm outside, because I don't really interact much with others. It sucks even more forcing that smile on my face when things aren't alright. I don't know how many times I've mentioned this here, but it has got to stop. I will be happier no matter what happens. I guess it's really time to open up my mind and myself to my friends. It's time to stop speaking in silence and being afraid of saying something wrong. I guess I should really start opening up to those around me, especially those who have been supportive of me all these while.
But before I take this leap of faith, I really want closure. It was something that I took for granted, and left it hanging by a thread instead. I really want to start this conversation and see where it goes from there. I doubt I'll be given a second chance for what I've done, but at least when I look back, I took a chance and gave it my best shot. It's time to put an end to this chapter of my life, especially since it has lasted for quite a while. It's time to really start afresh next term, and have the confidence of making friends back again.
So much to tell you,
and most of all goodbye.
But I know that you can't hear me anymore.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Regrets.
A million little wishes float across the skies.
If I could go back in time to change things, to make it right, would things turn out differently in the end? Would I know who my true friends are? Would I know who are the ones who stood by my side throughout the past few years? Would I really open up to other people? It's always questions like these that make me feel disconnected with reality, because I'll be stuck in my own realm of imagination and thoughts. But honestly, all of us have regrets. From the little things, to not noticing the big things in life. We get too caught up with the things at our sight, that we ignore our hindsight. I was given the liberty to choose, and it was a wrong decision made. I've chose the little things over the big things that mattered, like my friends and family. I became so self - centred that I forgot who I were. I've became a monster and committed selfish and horrible mistakes, just to boost my ego. I've learnt my mistakes the hard way. I really wanted to run, to escape from the punishment that karma had planned for me. But it had to be a bitter medicine to swallow. I grew from this experience, and learnt many invaluable things in life. Maybe it was because of this experience, that I started becoming more judgemental. First impressions mean a lot to me these days. I'm starting to compare almost every single aspect of my life with others. I've already developed a different attitude to those who don't treasure a single bit of me. Maybe kindness does come with a price. A price of being used. I'm really sick and tired of this feeling. I know that sometimes, it may be ungrounded, but I still feel that I'm right. I'm really afraid of my mind these days. The thoughts that I'm having recently, they seem so surreal. It feels like it's only a matter of time before they come alive.
Dandelions.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Erase and Rewind.
Eyes make their meet in difficulties,
With wounded lips and salted cheeks.
I honestly wish you stayed. Looking back now, I can't believe that I have managed to survive the past 2 years living with this regret of not trying to make things right, or at least have a closure. I told a lie today, just to cover up the truth. It wasn't her that I was missing. It was you. I don't know why, but a wave of regret never fails to hit me hard whenever I see your name appear. Has the feeling returned? I'm not really sure. All I know now is that I'm missing your company. You were literally the only friend I had in my entire life who truly understood me. You saw right through me, no matter how I tried to cover things up and make everything seem okay. Damn. I'm sorry for everything that I've done. I know that you probably will not visit this blog again, but if you do, you should know who you are. Maybe it's just me having this one-sided talk with myself, convincing myself hopelessly that you'll return. But the truth of the matter is, I'm probably casted away from your memories already. You stopped fighting when I wanted you continue, or maybe because I didn't even give you a chance to have a proper closure in the first place. Now, I can no longer press the erase and rewind button because nothing I do can change what happened, and will perhaps also give you a wrong idea of me. There's literally no reason for us to talk now. Sigh. There's no way of fixing a timebomb that had already exploded. A timebomb that I never discovered. I regret taking you for granted. Maybe it was you who made me play on the safe side; to mind my words whenever I talked, in case I said some things that I shouldn't have said. Maybe it was because of you that made me treasure my friends more. But it still feels really different without you. The days when we talked about everything under the sun and shared what made us down everyday.
Sigh. There's no point talking about all this now when I'm just a merely someone who has already been forgotten. I wish you stayed, but I'm also glad that you've moved on. Even if you stayed, you'll walk away again. And I know that I won't be able to survive another farewell, and will never forgive myself for what I have done. Salted cheeks. That happens whenever I think about what could have remained if I controlled myself. Perhaps you're the only one who managed to take parts of me away. Sigh. If only I could remove this feeling of mine completely.
Perhaps a feeling that keeps coming back, is a feeling that never left.

