Good things

I haven't posted anything in August.
I got a job, did I tell any of you that?
I wouldn't say that its my dream job, but its pretty decent. Great company. Good pay.

I also got myself a kitten. Her name is Tinki. She is just the most precious little thing!
Tinki is short for Tinker Bell.
She is 1 month old when i adopted her. I just can't believe that anyone would want to throw her away.
Humans.
Most of my time at home is being occupied by Tinki. She is super curious. When I first brought her home she was so tiny and shy but when she got used to the house she basically went berserk.
I love that cat.
I think she loves me a lot too. 

Life is suppose to be complete, i am suppose to feel contented.
somehow, i am still feeling empty.
This is the scary part, when I thought getting a job, and a cat would solve all my problems, they just don't.

and so. life goes on with not too many good things.

I met a guy, he is totally not the type of guy that I would go for.
He is somewhat more mature.
He is like this sweet adorable little old man.
I like him, I do. I like the way he is nice to me.
He is smart, funny, nice and honestly pretty cool.
gets my joke and I feel like don't need to lower down my intelligence when talking to him.
I really enjoy my time with him, and i wish oh i wish he enjoys it as much as I do.

Obviously we have known each other not very long ago but I would love to try, just try to be more than just this.
This, nothingness.

I wish he would want to know me more, but things are just not going that way.
He is obviously not interested to be more than nothing.
I hate myself for thinking about him all the time.
I hate myself for missing him, sort of.

forehead kisses are poison, i shouldn't have allow him to kiss my forehead.

and i hate myself for building up feelings for him. because we all know, nobody loves Yoke, everyone just want to have fun and leave.

I am only writing this to make my feelings for him go away, just die away.
I also realised that, whenever I share good things in my life, it would go away eventually.
so, I hope he just leave me, like all the other boys.

I told him, ever since i met him, i have found my own paradise.
It was a joke about his name.
chill bitches.

- I am not sure but, do you know, all I want is for someone to love me and all my scars.-

it hurts here

it hurts.
it still hurts.
it hurts here and there.

no matter how much i try to brush it off, to face it, to cry it away. fixing it is even worse.
it hurts.
I have no idea how to end this.

it hurts.
i tried, believe me i tried to pull myself out from this massive black hole.
i don't think i can do it anymore.
can anyone just mute the voices for me.

it hurts
when all i feel is no one gives a shit. fact that they do care.
i just can't

open up my heart so that i can feel all the love they are trying to pore into my heart.
help me see what my eyes cant see.
let me feel their love.
instead of wallowing in this cloud of sadness.

i don't want to live my life like everyone screw me over.

it hurts. no matter what. it hurts to the point that i told myself.
i would rather die than fall in love again.
because it hurts.

believing in miracle  that does not exist.
it hurts to know that i am so not lovable.

People always say love yourself so that others love you.
If they don't love my scars and me at my worst, me now what gives them the right to love me when i am really me?

it hurts, happy ending is a lie and it hurts.

-can anyone just make all these feelings go away -

Friends?

I have been having issues with maintaining friendships now a days.
By maintaining i mean not fucking up.

I did not have very pleasant memories of being friends with girls during primary school.
maybe we were still young and don't have any idea what friendship is all about but i remembered nights crying wondering why didn't they like me?
I was really shy long time ago. awkward and sweating all the time. zero confidence.
I was so shy to the point that I cannot handle speaking in front of my class.
There was once when my teacher called my name to solve a math equation, i was so anxious to the point that i was dripping sweat on my math book.
nervous, nausea, anxious and i hated math. I was never good in math, I just can't grasp the concept of it you know.


Well as time goes by, i grew out of that phase.
I am no longer the shy awkward fat girl that sweats a lot.
I still sweat a lot but miraculously i have no problem (most of the time) talking and meeting new people it got better after the break up.
Friendship wasn't a problem for me in the longest time.
But recently, I am having trouble with keeping them drama free.

It bothers me a lot, this cold war, not talking to each other, blocking each other on whatsapp, social medias.
Funny how blocking someone on your phone equals to blocking them out from your life.

Dear people that blocked me,

Am i that horrible that you see fit to just block me out? Does it make you feel better not having me in your life? Don't you have times that you think of me? nothing trigger memories of us hanging out having fun? I am tired of this fucking nonsense. Is there really no way for us to be friends again?
Should I text first? call first? 

I am trying too hard to win everybody's heart huh.
I wonder, how to not fuck things up. Is there a book? a movie? youtube videos on how to not fuck things up 101.
How many block counts = horrible person?
A few of my close friends told me to keep my circle small.
How do I do that? Keeping my circle small.

Gosh. I suck at writing, inspirations just don't come that easy anymore. I used to have tons of shit to write down in my phone. Words just rain down on me. not anymore. not anymore.
Now, I am just staring at my dusty laptop forcing myself to write something to make myself feel better.
My dreams to be a great writer is crumbling down day by day.
Who do i have to blame?
me, myself and i.

-I just wish girls can be nice to each other and not let boys ruin everything.-