It's knowing that you have no one to text after midnight, after too many whiskey and lemonades, after watching too many Korean Dramas filled with too many gorgeously devoted men declaring their undying love to beautifully unaware women. It's knowing that there is no one to tell you to drink water and take aspirin. No … Continue reading Yobo
There is disappointment in knowing that they were right, that being that close results in feelings. That thinking that you were smarter and more detached, that you could get through it. That someone could know you, truly know you, know what you're going to say and how you'll react and what you need, and accept … Continue reading I won’t lie, I’m a little tipsy right now.
I am realising that this is just the normal kind of grief. There will always be great pain in the loss of someone close to you and I will not be ashamed of the way that I mourn. For a while I felt like I should not be this sad, this affected, this fragile, because … Continue reading Loss
I suppose that's why we read, why we listen to music, watch movies, series, plays. We want someone else's words to bring our feelings to life. To say to us that we're not alone, someone else has felt this before us and someone will feel this after us. We have untiy in that. There is … Continue reading Not alone
I am happy on my own, don't get me wrong. I enjoy the freedom of not having to consider someone else's wants and needs. Moving as the mood strikes me. However, there are some times that I wouldn't nt mind having a second set of eyes staring at the same sunset, watching the same waves. … Continue reading Just a little bit of both
All I know is that I am so tired and heavy. That I'm always running late because getting out of this cocoon feels like taking off my raincoat to walk in the storm. How can you wait 5 days to tell me that you had a breakdown so bad you're off work for a month … Continue reading Delayed destruction
It's the prehurt. The morbid anticipation of what you know will sting. It's knowing that you have 3 and a half days left before your next big goodbyes. It's knowing that we're all getting a bit emotional already. You can feel it no longer creeping up on you but racing ahead of you while all … Continue reading To me, it always seems that I am leaving.
If it were just another friendship faded into the background, we would not have sat angrily in your car, decisively not saying the things we both needed to say, stubbornly refusing to let each other into the space we once shared. The space that was once warm and safe, is now as cold and empty as the last hug.
When I'm stressed, I want you to be the one that calms me. When I'm sad, I want you to be the one to make me laugh again. When I'm happy, I want you to be the one I share it with. But that's not what you want, At least not anymore. Now I couldn't … Continue reading Still a cage
I struggle to express how I feel out loud because I'm scared that people will judge me for thinking too much of myself or too little of myself. It seems like whatever I do, I do it too well or too badly because there's always someone looking at me like I should be doing the … Continue reading Little Pieces