It’s annoying when you know you have tried your best and it still isn’t good enough.
So, that’s it.
After 5 years (give or take), fighting for each other, promising to always be there for each other, crying our eyes out, it’s over.
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Nothing scares me more than being so close to someone and then watching them become a stranger again.
Maybe we just got sick of each other
1. noun A change (as in, e.g., circumstance, disposition, a situation, etc.) that ultimately leads to or results in a more positive situation or outcome.
Change for the better, be the person that people can look up to. A person who can look back and say: “Yep, I changed for the better”
But what if the person who you changed for, doesn’t?
Would you feel that it’s unfair? That why others can’t change if you did your best to change?
I changed from being a hot-headed, angry person to someone who is a little hot-headed, but a lot calmer and patient.
I changed from being a person who would get angry when people cut me off to someone who’ll go “meh”, and let them be.
Where I would get angry over the smallest things and rage for hours previously, now I just cool off and tell myself that it’s not worth it.
I do still get triggered by assumptions, and certain characters, so there’s that. I’m only human, bite me.
I’m changing to be a better person.
Stop telling me to change when I am already on my way there. You should change yourself instead. Remember, when you point a finger at me, three more are pointing back at you.
When I was a teenager, spending every night on MSN (WHOAAAAAAA), it would have seemed impossible to have too many friends. How could I, the super cool creature whose blog you are reading, have too many people (who actually like me!) in my life?
So ungrateful, right?
But the truth is that while I can try to keep up with having many friends, I got burnt out and realised that I needed to tidy up my friends. This is what I did:
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That is how I feel every day
I fear that I did something wrong
I’m unable to get the feeling of
I know that it’s probably nothing
It’s probably just me overreacting
I just have this fear
Of being alone
Of not being able to contribute anything
I know it’s nothing
I am nothing
I used to think that humanity is evil. I was wrong.
Whenever someone of the majority commits a racial faux pas, others will emerge and gnaw away at that person and their insensitivity. When a religious person decides that we are too “Westernised” others will come and tell them off for being intolerant. Yet, these things continue to happen.
I miss you. I miss telling you about every single stupid thing that happens in my life. I miss the way people would ask me where you were when you weren’t with me because it was a known fact that we were a packaged deal. I miss laughing with you and all of our inside jokes. I miss sending you messages from the toilet. I miss looking over at you and knowing exactly what you are thinking. I miss knowing that at the end of the day I had you, that when push came to shove, no matter how bad the situation might be, I knew you would be there.
I imagine our lives to be a story, with a seamless transition from beginning to the middle, ending at the finale.