After all these while?
After a while I got used to missing you, like being apart was more normal tha being together.
Pieces of What
Do not give me a present, nor a celebration unless you really appreciate and take pleasure in my existence.
Do not reward me for something I do not perceive myself to have done well.
In all honesty, this year has been pretty much the worse year of my life thus far. I do not like celebrating birthdays because I believe it is yet another day now spent toiling wasted away. I do not acquaintances to celebrate with me, but only those who truly celebrate my existence. Am I supposed to be thankful for your half-hearted wish? No. Am I supposed to be thankful for your half-made card? No. Am I supposed to avail myself? No. Am I supposed to stop the activities I deem pleasureable to me (such as working), to spend time with you because then it will only make you feel better about yourself? No. Am I supposed to smile at a camera with a cake infront of me? No.
But I have to be eternally grateful to God who makes things work in the most mysterious ways ever. Nothing have gone smoothly this year, with the apex of my spate of unfortunate events being the most fragile university applications. Getting lost, being an hour late, going to the wrong location(s) (OMG), but God has been gracious, and I believe he will continue to be so, by placing wonderful people around me to give me countless reminders. Thank you all.
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Whatever you say
If you weren’t there at my failure, don’t expect to be present at my success. - Will Smith
No one likes being just an emergency friend or whatever, because all we really need is to be needed. Never thought that I had to one day, make such a conscientious effort and vow to draw myself away, such that I won’t be needy. I don’t need any humans for we were born as individuals I don’t need your sympathy eat it yourself I don’t need your surface care.
But I still give in anyway.
Be afraid of he who is able to your emotions swing like the seas
—queiscent.tumblr.com
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Into the ocean
With envy for the solid ground
I want to swim away but don’t know how
How do I stop this breathing?
I hold debates just to show that I know how to speak.
This endless waiting only stops when I have somebody else.
I fall into the ocean to end it all.
