Journal #2

If you ended up being here for whatever reason, just read this and imagine me writing this sorry little post at midnight in my room listening to some anime OSTs because that's what I'm doing right now.

Well, life has not been miserable like usual lately, anyway. It's just so boring without some alien invasions or godzilla attacking cities.

I mean, if there is a syndrome of someone wanting to get bitten by radioactive spiders and become a friendly neighborhood Spiderman, then I definitely have one of those. Seriously, watching too many superhero stuff really change the way you brain thinks, right?

But anyway.

A lot has happened since the last time I wrote "A lot has happened since...". Good things. Bad things. All sort of awkward, funny, exciting experiences. And sometimes I forgot to be grateful for them.

I'm just thinking about a lot of things lately. One of them being ignorance. They said ignorance is a bliss. I couldn't agree more, especially after things that happened to me in this couple of months.

I mean, all it takes was only one sentence that someone said to me, that would changed my life so much. I know it was meant for a joke at the time, but God knows how much I suffer because of it until now.

Long story short, life goes on after that event. And then later on, the same thing happened again to me. It broke my heart worse than before. It sounds really un-manly and cliche when I said it, but this broken heart thing hurts much worse than broken arms. Trust me, my arms'd broken once.

So, basically I was thinking how things would have been different if I was being ignorant of it. Like, I would definitely feel better if I never heard what that someone said about me. And the same thing goes for the second one.

I don't know. Maybe I'm being too sensitive about it, or maybe people just genuinely hate me. I truly don't know.

If you're reading this maybe you can understand. Maybe I'm not as alone as I think. I don't know. I could never talk to anyone about it anyway. I'm just trying to be brave by writing this stuff. I don't know if I will feel better. There's just too much "I don't know" stuff going around in my head now.

I don't know how to wrap up this writing either, so I'm just gonna leave it here and go to sleep now. Bye.

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