I hate this part right here, I just can't take these tears
I've been patient all these while but after so many months, I broke down. Yes, I literary broke down. I’m exhausted, really exhausted. I kept telling myself that I’m stronger than I know myself to be, that I can’t quit because I have been standing strong for all these while. I kept telling myself that I’m worth something, that I’m not that useless piece of shit I kept thinking I was, that I'm not that ungrateful person who can't seem to be patient when I'm just tested with what most people would think as tiny little problem. It's just so tiny that people would just laugh over it and think that I'm such a weakling. Oh yes, I admit I am. And I hate myself for being one.
I looked at my childhood photographs that day and I really wanted to go back to those days where the only problem that I had was how to win over silly games with my friends and what to buy during recess at school. I wanted so much to go back to those days where I only broke down because my dad picked me up from school a little bit late than usual. And I, I wanted so much for someone to hug and cuddle me, telling me that I'm strong enough to face this and everything will be just fine, that everything will be just fine.
I never fail to sigh whenever I see my friends' news feed on Facebook. Despite their life ranting, silly statuses and endless spam over Kpop, it's like they are having so much fun but here, look at me, look at my life, oh, can somebody just kill me please can somebody swap place with me please.
It's not that I'm not grateful over my life now, the truth is, I am really grateful being born as me, being born in my family, being where I am now, but my spirit just went down to the drain these few days. And I, I felt very extremely tired of all this, I felt very frustrated with what happened and is happening, and no matter how I kept reminding myself to be strong, to be optimistic, I couldn't help but find that everything is so damn exhausting.
I have had enough, and I have started to fall deeper in the ground to the point that even simple tiny things have driven me up to the wall these few days. I just can't understand why it is so damn difficult for someone to say sorry and mean it. Sorry is just merely a word if you don't mean it. You can't just say sorry and after a while, you do the same thing again. Walk the talk please. And please, please stop taking me for granted. I might look like I don't give a damn about everything, but tell you what, I am no angel. I tried my best to forgive and understand the reasons why you did all that but hey, until when? Until when should I pretend that I'm not hurt at all? I am only human, I have feelings and I have my own limits.
After going through my 'good versus evil' self in me for a couple of times, I find everything, everything is so damn tiring, and I'm getting fed up with all this nonsense. I have tried my best to be strong, to fight the bad thoughts, to suppress the tears that I kept for a long time from spilling and to keep holding onto my patience, but as time passed by, I started to lose the ground. Everything started to fall into pieces and I hate to admit that today, as I realised that I have lost my battle with the irrationality and insensibility, I broke down terribly.
People keep thinking that I'm okay and they keep making fun of what I've been through, and it makes me feel even broken than ever before. No matter how I see it, this is not a joke. My problem is not a joke. Nobody's problem is a joke. So please, even if you think it's just a trivial matter, don't make fun of it. It hurts, really.
I have been constantly trying to calm myself down, to think through carefully and not do something stupid which might leave me to bleed alone. These few days, I have been letting my heart rule my head too much, far too much, thus, making me feel a million times more vulnerable than I have ever felt before and to be honest, I am not quite sure if I am hating or loving the person I’ve become.
Those who understand me well and know what I've been through would probably have anticipated this post because they know that the moment I try to be strong, is the moment that I’m at my weakest.
“O you who have believed, seek help through patience and prayer. Indeed, Allah is with the patient.” [2:153]
: 18th October 2011.
: 00.35 a.m.
: Plymouth, U.K.
: One of those nights that I just wanna curl under my blanket and cry my heart out.
And no, I'm not writing this to be understood or pitied, I'm writing this to heal my own broken self.