#3

I finally got my phone and internet privileges. But I decided to stick with internet only and only check my phone on sundays out of basic necessity. 

Ever since I was allowed to use the internet about a week ago, the only thing I wanted to do was to go on my blog and rant  like a normal person. It feels like the only normal thing I'm capable of doing on my own these days. Things have been rocky. Up and down. But that's, I guess, normal too. 

I'm tired of taking pills everyday though. Back then when I wasn't on tight supervision I could cheat and not take it for days. But now that I have a nurse watching me everytime I down my pills there's no way for me to cheat on myself anymore. Which is good I guess. Again. It's always just a guess. Never affirmation. 

I mentioned earlier how I was finally given permission to use my phone last week. And as soon as I open the thousands of text messages awaiting me, I felt the regret almost immediately. I felt this huge pain on my chest. And I just did not feel like wanting to go any further. The anxiety to reply and to inform people of my presence was worse than when I was working at that call centre. It took me a whole day to calm myself down just enough for me to read the messages and reply. Being away from society for so long has its ups and downs. I guess. 

Friends getting married. Bachelorette plans. Other friends contacting and asking where I was. All of it just became overwhelming. I don't know how I'm supposed to go back into the real world in 4 months. Or worse, earlier than that. But that would mean I'm finally healthy again right? That would mean I don't need to worry about things like social anxiety and panic attacks. Right? That would mean I will be fine. Right?

Lol I've been trying since I was thirteen, idk why now this programme will make any difference at all. 

Only Means of Communication.

It's been two weeks since I first entered and the longing to connect with the outside world fades as the days grew longer. Thank goodness. I never thought I could live without a phone for two weeks but here I am.

I found some good friends here and I have made some good progress since my first day.

It feels good because the friends I made here actually understand what I'm going through as they are going through things themselves. We don't judge and we don't try to give each other advices. And we never say "Yeah we all go through the same thing" because we know despite the fact that we are all going through treatments, depending on one's circumstances and situations, none of us are going through the exact same journey. And saying that we do is an offense to everybody's unique, individual journey here. This is by far the best realization I have made here.

I'm still alive.

I'm struggling here but I'm alive.

That's all you need to know for now.


Till next time outside world.


p.s ramadhan's here btw.

The very vague definition of love

Someone said once if love is so good then why does it bring it so much pain to so many people. But someone else has also once said, hate, fear spreads but fortunately love spreads too.

Another said, love that brings you pain are the wrong kinds of love. That is why love for god is the only one true love. He will never betray your love like people do.But how is that possible? How could love ever betray you when you were the one who chose love?

People betray you. Trust betray you. But love? Apparently never.

Procrastination at its best.

In your humble opinion, how long does it take procrastinator to make its next move? A procrastinator would say a whole lifetime, unless a due date is given.

I don't know when procrastination became a part of me, but one day it just did and I have never had enough willpower to fight it wholeheartedly. For many years, ongoing efforts were made to fight it but as you can see, to no avail. 

And as my work starts to pile up to an impossible mountain, my anxiety level increases. But the procrastination never backed down regardless how dire everything seems to be. Believe me I'm trying to fight it every single day. I know that I'm no longer at an age where procrastination is allowed. I know that if I still maintain this unhealthy habit I will never achieve the goals I have set upon myself. And everyday I try to find some sort of motivation to help me overcome this stupid habit.
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I've always admired people who are able to change themselves. Change their habits for self betterment cause it is hard as hell. You fight with yourself everyday, and during those internal struggles, you can't be happy. You're too focused on a battle that never seems to end and you end up having no time to feel happy at all.

Some say if you can't fight em, join em. And procrastination is really good at recruiting people. If procrastination was a person, I would die to be her apprentice. How do you stand tall in the midst of all the hatred directed towards you? How are you able to fight everyone and prevail as the one bad habit in almost every person's life that they can never seem to really eradicate? Just how do you do it?

Two sides of a story

Every story has two sides. Every. Even if dead men tell no tales. But most of the time only one side of the story is heard. Only one side of the story is able to reach people's ears. And the other side lay buried because what's the point of telling what people do not want to hear? 

Every story has two sides. But often, even when both sides of the story are told, the jury will always favor the story she liked better. The person she liked better. The person she hates less. Regardless of whether that side is wrong or right. And most people would tell you that's just how the world works. Life is unfair and it will never be fair so don't count your blessings on it. 

Stories are one thing. Battles are another. Regardless of who is in the wrong in the story, each player is still fighting its own battles, and when we take that into account it changes the side we find ourselves rooting for in the story, regardless of whether they are wrong or right. But wrong and right have always been subjective haven't they. They have always been vague and uncertain. A silver blur. Lining becomes a lost cause. Regardless we have to hear both sides. We have to see both battles. We have to decide who deserves to be saved and who is destined to lick the fires of devastation. We decide. But on what grounds? Was it just? Was it really for the better? Or was it for past mistakes self-justification?

There are two sides to a story. And every side thinks their truth is the real truth. What they did was justified and the best thing to do at that moment. And that results in the chaos we now call our lives. 

Desperate or lack of love?

I think, for as long as I can remember, I have struggled with the need of some kind of validation from the opposite sex. Ironic considering how I always proclaim myself as independent. Feminist.  At first I thought it was just because of my natural instinct as a female species to have desire towards boys. But to have it when I was 9? 10 years old? It just doesn't seem natural or normal to me. And the fact that this goes on through my high school and uni life, it just never seemed like a normal thing. Not when you're 13 and all you can think about is loving and devoting your entirety to that 17 year old you have your eye on. 

Why was I so desperate? Why was I looking for a partner so bad? Could it be because my feelings were never reciprocated? Well that smells like desperate doesn't it?  Or was it because everyone around me were in love and I wasn't? Wow that stinks of desperate.

Then could it be the jealousy of watching them living all these romantic ideals I've always dreamt of  (fuck chick flicks and korean dramas man) or was it because I envy the fact that someone else was able to accept them for all their imperfections? 

Growing up I always had this one thought that was constantly bugging my mind. If no one could (even) love my physical appearance, how the hell will they love what is within me? How is that even possible? And even if they were able to love my physical appearance, that will be just the beginning of things they need to learn to love about me right? 

Having a lot of skinny best friends didn't help. ( Ok like I know taking only physical appearance into account is kinda shitty but when you're a teenager and you like someone, it all starts with your physical attributions) 

I've never been one to love myself. To accept myself.  Believe me I have tried. Countless times in fact. But how can I when I don't even like who or what I've become? I know a lot of people say that you have to love yourself before anybody can love you. But no one has ever told you how to accept yourself. No one has ever told you how you're supposed to love yourself. They always tell you to just do it because they are able to. SO PESSIMISTIC BUT JUST HEAR ME RANT OKAY I'M IN ONE OF THOSE MOODS. 

But how are you suppose to JUST love yourself when you grow up with people who were never around to teach you what self love is? How are you supposed to love yourself when you have never been properly taught what forms love can be in?

My parents raised us to be independent ever since we were kids. But sometimes I think they wanted us to be too independent. Learn everything by ourselves. Even love. And while my sisters, as pretty as they are, were able to receive such love when they were in school, I, on the other hand had to fight for it. I didn't know how and I didn't know what I was fighting for anyway but I knew I wanted that same affection I always see people giving my sisters.  What's even more amazing though, I was resented for it. It took me years to realize what I did wrong but by then it was already too late.

The only thing I remember of my parents when I was young was how they always only ask how my grades were doing at school. It was the only thing that ever mattered to them. I guess that's another reason why I never really cared to share anything with them.

If it weren't for my fear of god, I would have killed myself a long time ago. If it weren't for the fact that my existence still matters to God, I would have stopped living many years ago.

So tell me, looking for love all these years, is it a matter of desperation that comes out of wanting to have what everybody always have. Or is it due to the lack of love that I haven't been able to learn and receive over the past years?

Either way, time is running out. And I'm beginning to consider death by accident isn't such a bad thing after all. 

90 KG

I weigh 90 kg. Nine. TY. NINE ZERO.

The heaviest weight I have ever been and it feels terrible. You start to wonder when did it even happen. When did eating becomes a burden. 

I'm starting my diet again. I don't have this obsession with being super skinny anymore and I don't really mind being thicc but 90 kg is just.. 

My clothes don't fit anymore. I find it much harder to do physical things. I start binging on so many sugary treats. It all makes sense and yet it doesn't. I haven't been eating more. I haven't changed my eating habits. Not since I stopped dieting a few years ago. But why do I keep on putting more and more weight?

Dieting and exercising is probably one of the hardest things I try to commit myself to. Which is why I quit halfway through my diet project a few years ago. How I wish I hadn't but I guess even then I wasn't strong enough to go through anything till the end. But it wasn't on purpose. I didn't quit on purpose nor did I want to. It just happened.

I guess it's time for me to realize I'm not 16 anymore. I can't just eat anything and everything and expect myself to stay skinny like all my other friends. It just doesn't work for me that way. 

Tell me where to go.

"I'm 23. I just graduated. And I've been unemployed for nearly four months with no idea or clue whatsoever as to what job I need to pursue to give me the necessary experience for future needs. I read a lot of articles about 23 being a lost age for most people and I didn't realize how true those articles could be until I face that age. Right now. Right at this moment. 

The age feels like an intermission between parts in movies. The exasperated sigh when we see the word intermission comes on screen cause now we have to wait for a whole 5 seconds before the movie continues but when it passes, we realize how short , insignificant those 5 seconds were. But it has to be there. It has to exist and we have to go through it to get to the next part in the movie. And right now that's what 23 feels to me. A short, insignificant intermission with the most excruciating pain. 

I tried to think positively albeit it never works. But I lost out of options and I had no choice but to utilize every option there is. I know that this is all going to pass. I know that I'll be where I want to be sooner or later. But I also can't help to thinking about what if I don't? What if I get stuck at the intermission for the rest of my life and my only way out of it was to buy a new CD but life isn't like a CD. You can't buy a new life. You can't rewind what has been done. And you can't rewrite as easily either. 

It's such a terrifying blank stage. A fall that you see no land to fall on. A dive you see no depths could end. A flight with no destination in sight. And there is a 50/50 chance that you will either plummet to your death or find something that will just leave you with heavy injuries everywhere. 

All these years I thought I was quite independent and I was good with making my own life decisions but now I realize everything was set out for me and all I needed to do was take the spoon and put it in my mouth. There was also something prepared for me after the end t "

I wrote the above in September last year but I don't even remember writing it. I don't remember when I did it or where I was when I was writing it down. But I do remember the feeling. So very vividly. It was a feeling I never want to experience again if I can help it. I took my time reflecting myself and on my actions and I realize how much of a failure I was, and how much of a success I have been.

We all know that life has its ups and downs but no one ever really tells you the extremity of the ups and the severity of the downs. As I grow older, I start to realize the most terrifying thing isn't the challenges life presents every single day, instead it's the fact that I know how rough things will always be only this time, without the much needed mercy on an inexperienced adult. Life knows no difference. You learn life by living your life and by the time you think you've figured it all out, it bites you up the ass with a readied smirk on its face. Regardless of how ready you think you are, regardless of how prepared you think you are, you never are and you never will. And we're supposed to be okay with it. We don't really have the option not to do we? "That's life"

It's been a few months, I have a better job, I might own a car soon, and I am definitely at a better state than I was last september.

It's been a few months, I'm still very much confused about where I should go, what I should do and whether any of my choices were the right ones to make.

24. Most people at work say I'm still so young, and I for one agree and disagree. Too old to make stupid risks, but too young to not take those risks.

So tell me where to go.

Late Night Thoughts.

The night air tickles your neck and you baby hairs dance in a whimsy. And then you realize it's two in the morning and a switch in your mind is turned on, waking up the after midnight thoughts that are commonly associated with self-loathing and a more than dire need to reevaluate your self-worth. If you have any at all. 

My biological clock has been turned upside down due to recent events which is no event at all therefore allowing my brain and my inner self to believe that I can sleep and wake up whenever I want hence making after midnight as awake hours. 

I'm in a self dilemma where I don't know whether I like being awake in the middle of the night or if it's much preferable to be awake at these troubling hours. 

Old.

The only thing new about a new year is THE YEAR. YOU get older. The earth gets older and that goes for everything in it as well. Nothing is new and we forget that everything is dying and desperately need our attention because we're too focused on the fact that it's a new year hence it comes with the obligation that we are to create new memories, new adventures, events, memes, challenges, trends. buildings, campaigns and while we compete with one another on who can be the NEWEST original. 

The world dies a little more inside. And that kinda terrifies me. It feels like a cancer patient who wouldn't or couldn't tell her family about her condition because she's afraid the effect it might have on them but they themselves should have noticed the symptoms, the signs and pay more attention to her yet they are too absorbed in their own achievements, problems, goals to notice what the lack of attention is doing to her well being and when it's all too late-

well. it's all too late. 

SO happy new year folks.