I want to have his babies

please <3 <3!

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afterword

To tell you the truth it feels like it never happened. but sometimes it feels like it was an incident that happened too long ago that I cannot remember. If you ask for memories I can’t seem to conjure any up. I’m not living on the sweet times we had, nor do I remember the times we cried. I think the best way to word it is that I am placed in the now, and only caring for the few precious now moments left, before summer comes and I lose him to distance and curiosities. new flesh, new sights, new ideas. This was essentially why both of us broke up, and this is what I know he’ll do.

If there’s one thing I learnt, it would be that I am too attached to emotions. I am largely living in ignorance of how I really feel now, but when chance encounter of words or sights reminds me of what seems to be a gaping hole in my heart, I’d wrap my hands around my body and hold myself as waves of loneliness engulfs me. my eyes involuntarily water, i struggle to portray normalcy as heaviness pulls me down, sadness. Sadness! I withdraw from the world into my own poisonous thoughts – speculating, wondering, over-analysing. Honestly, it is the most tiresome process. and many times i’ve woken up without the will to go to class and go through the daily motions because this weakness of mine saps me of strength.

I wish I could say that I’m learning, becoming stronger, wiser, better. But I’m not. I’m here and I finally realised that I don’t know how to learn – is that what I’m lacking? I want to look at things and see beauty, or see something more than what my eyes informs me. The tree is a tree. The old shop an old shop. Am I assuming too much? I’m obsessed with beauty in the way that I don’t want to see beautiful things, but I want to see beauty in everything. I want to see the beauty that no one else sees. is this still my own wishful thinking? it’s probably just that selfishness, that feeling of wanting to feel special. The key words are ‘that no one else sees.’ In the end it’s just about wanting to be different, to be special, to be seen as beautiful by others with the unorthodoxy of what I do. this is my wishful thinking. 

 

p.s.: though this is not a satisfactory piece of writing at all, the author is thankful that at least after writing it, she forgot about being sad for today.

omg

give me a different musical everyday and i’ll be a happy girl for life oO

I wanna go home. Beauty surround me so that I can attract again. He’s not the one I should love right now!

boost confidence ; )

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I don’t know how to not be with someone I love

But I’m sure like what happened before, if all goes well with you and someone else, then I can do what I did before again.

there are a million reasons you used to think you’re not special, now I have mine

There is many a hideous time I thought ‘how will they feel if i disappeared’, or ‘if i died…’ and etc line of thought and then imagine up a bunch of stories to assuage my jealousies. All of them, after I escaped my little self-world, I feel terrible about after. One, because how sad it is to think you’ll only really be missed or appreciated if you’re gone? (though that’s what taking for granted is, right?) and most importantly, two, my imagined delusions won’t happen. The birds will still chirp and the people will move on. 

If you’re making what you think is too small an impact on the people you care about, are you the one not doing enough? Or are they the one taking you for granted? These poisonous thoughts reverberate in my mind when I’m caught off-guard. when i’m reminded. Does everyone question themselves like that? Tell me if you do, I’d like to know.

Credits to Kacie Kinzer at www.tweenbots.com 

Again and again I wish I am beautiful. And just for a shallow moment I can be so pretty and so wanted that no one would need me to be otherwise. Everyone falls for beauty – king kong, men, women, children – everyone covets that which is beautiful to them. They’ll come for me, want me, love me, want to keep me, won’t risk losing me. For a moment I want to have that beauty, just so that I am yearned, and not have to run after whomever i want to please, want to keep. I want to be pleased. 

Then this moment disappears in my little world.

The people who need that ONE thing will never get it.