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Hey Zengarmy,
I've been thinking a lot about this quote lately, and how frustratinglyoblivious I still am towards this small, little fucking thing called love.I'm not so sure about online dating anymore. This post is a note to self,but I'm putting it on my blog as a gentle reminder to all of us who areon the same journey of self-healing, to stop depending on other peopleto love us the way we should love ourselves. Not too long ago (in factit was just yesterday), I received a comment on my last post, askingabout my progress with J — and all I could really do was to lie downon my bed, and cry. I am, not that sure about anything, anymore.
It's over between me & J.
He loves me not.
You thought I would've known better after a couple of my previousencounters with some fuckboys who grew their brains in their ballsacs & their balls in their skulls (oh wow did I just randomly createa rhyme? *pats self on the shoulder*), but no — I'm still that foolishboy who loves totally, tenderly, and tragically. Still that foolish boywho falls in love with boys who do not want commitment, who takeme as a plaything they can toss aside after they're bored with me,who see me as another trophy in their boys-I-have-toyed-feelings-with collection. Like many other fuckboys, J is just another one.But oh dear, I really loved him. I really love him. I still love him.
And I hate myself for that. I have no idea how many more blows my heartcan take before it fully crushes — every time I see a silhouette or hear avoice that reminds me of him. I knew I had to let him go, and I did. Blockhis number, checked. Delete all of his pictures from my gallery, checked.Unfollow him on Instagram, checked. I cut him off from my life, and I'mthe only one who's running out of oxygen to survive. There will be dayswhen I woke up feeling like a champ, but today is one of those manydays that caught me completely off guard. I missed him, so, so much.
I guess the only thing I can do right now is to embrace the pain, huh?A few days ago I was sitting down and having dinner with my friendat an eatery, and I saw a Persian guy (this is the most tea I will spill)around my age holding hands with a Chinese girl and sitting down atthe table just in front of me — and I properly balled my eyes out.The thought of seeing him falling in love with another person who'snot me is still too much for me to handle at the moment, knowingthat I was, probably just another experiment for him to explore hisbisexuality. Unknowingly, I landed myself in the same situation asthe one in Call Me By Your Name, and it was not a fun experience.
Oh I'm so fucked right now.Love can be such a painfulthing, when it turned sour.
This post is a complete mess — an exact representation of how I'm feelinginside out right now. There's so much more that I could write down here,but right now I'm a mess, a complete mess. And I just wanted to createsomething. All these visuals are snippets of my thoughts that cannot beexplained better in words (and I thanked Tumblr for that, lol). I alsomade a Spotify playlist out of all these messy feelings, so enjoy that!
I guess I will see you in my next one. Bye for now.
PS: a shameless self promo here,
my best friend Veronica launched
a website selling intricate phone
cases & gadgets — and she's doing
a free shipping sales at this very
fucking moment (yas!) It would
make my day if you can go and
show her some love & support!
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