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Of Lost Friendships and Lingering Memories

(1.15am edit: On  a whim, I suddenly felt like rereading this post and discovered that I’ve written some parts wrongly – eg. wrong word, strange grammar, etc. and so have decided to edit it. If you reread it too, that’s why it seems a little bit different. If you’re reading it for the first time, I’m sorry if my writing seems a bit off, I’m a little out of practice lately)

It’s been a long time since I was last in this space. Months forgotten, almost like that of the title of this post. But this blog will always be a part of me, and in its depths the memories that sometimes often continue to haunt me.

Like today.

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The familiar beatings of an uneasy heart, a pain that takes over your entire soul. A pain that I am all too familiar with, only today, it is directed at someone else. Not just one, but a number of people that I had once entrusted my entire being in, believing that these are the people that would always be here – never for no worthy reason, ever leaving my side. It’s almost like a delusional description of ownership but that really isn’t the case at all. It is a trust and bond so deep, it exceeds the fleeting moments of casual friendships and momentary happiness.

A bond between two people that is not of lovers, yet intertwined in such a way that it is often close, if not deceptively misleading. Yet what I often fail to realize is how my dependency on them was sometimes completely neurotic and one sided, a lie of sorts that this feeling was built on a solid mutual bond.

In these friendships, I often gave my all, though appearing to be holding a stance of cold frigidness that people often could not break through. There are no signs of my dependency, one could almost never tell. It was just the way that I was built; reserved and uninviting. But I knew my weakness, and what these friendships really meant to me, even if no one else could really see it.

These were the kind of friendships I felt as if I were almost in a romantic relationship with. Silent conversations, and yet the comfort a presence could bring. Those random bursts of colourful conversations, and the belief that judgement was not something reserved but freely released.

As time passed on, so did these people. They came in and then out of my life in unexpected ways, often with words like “people change” or “people drift apart” and then I am left standing alone on the sidewalk, silently weeping and clinging on like a lost child left helplessly crying in a busy marketplace. Some of these people disappear without a trace, they leave silently without even once looking back and each time they do, like an ex lover, they take away a piece of my heart, a little fragment that I had so foolishly given them. Some however, continue to linger on. They appear once in a blue moon and occasionally drift by, as if I were easily replaceable and merely a childish pastime. But just like before, my heart is not spared, instead, it often scars deeper.

Do not be mistaken.

There is no feelings of regret. There is no ill wishing.

But what there is left in its stead, is always a gaping hole that never seems to heal itself. It isn’t the pain of lost love, but sometimes I think my heart confuses it with such and so it comes treacherously close. The scar of a forgotten friendship; a painful emptiness filled with memories and once a trust so deep, it just never learns to fully let go.

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New Years 2014

You would think that on the first day of the new year that marks the beginning of the 5th year, I would have learnt something by now. Or at least learnt to stop being happy over things that i had falsely anticipated and believed would come. And learnt to make my own happiness instead of placing it on the actions and behaviors of another.

Over 4 years peppered with constant vessels of false hope and empty promises, my day began rocky… improved and got great……..only to end in a pitfall of numb accusations and the same broken heart…except less pain and more tired annoyance.

Too many close calls on my account.

My silence have learnt to finally fuel themselves into the anger and hate that I had previously been unable to harbour.

I wonder what’s going to happen then.

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3 August 2013. Thoughts of 1.49am.

It’s easy to lie.

Its easy to lie to someone else and pretend that everything is fine.

Until you realise that you’ve lied so much, you’ve become the lie.

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I’ve been staring at this space on the wall, and then at my phone and then back at the wall. I’ve been doing this for over an hour and a half now and each time i stare at the digits on my phone, i hurt a little bit more.

The numbers move slowly, so slowly in fact that it feels almost like it isn’t moving at all.

And then suddenly an hour passes and the pain you’ve felt earlier has swelled up so much that you’re almost gagging; unable to breath or speak, or even close your eyes and hope to fall asleep.

I’ve lost a lot of things on the path to what I believed was what I wanted.

But they never made themselves known, at least not until i lapsed into these momentary cries of a crazed enemy.

And then i can only laugh and blame myself for what I have become and what I will continue to become.

Because really, what did I even know before?

Did i know what I want?

Did i forsee what would have happened or did I just play pretend.

In the end.

I lie here in my despair, alone and shivering.

And I blame no one, but laugh at the cruelty of my own joke and my belief of my own self worth.

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Last Night…

I never really understood the feelings I had or the reasons for my decisions. They guided me well enough over the years and I was never made to really think them through.

Last night a long hearted chat with an old friend touched on a subject that I have kept hidden from many. Not because I was secretive; no, it was because I never really once thought about it. And yet last night it all came out, glaringly painful and so obvious all of a sudden. And it kept coming out in waves. This hidden pain that over the past 2 to 3 years I have learnt to shut out unconsciously. It spilled out effortlessly, as if I knew what it was all these while yet kept silent in denial. My feelings and fears were finally revealed until our conversation became quiet in mutual understanding, and a sad nod indicated that I wanted to just go home and cry.

She saw right through me. She saw because she understood. Something i often wished you could.

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The First of 2013.

Hello there old friend,

It’s been a while since i last came for a visit. I missed you. I did.

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Today i felt the tightening of my chest, all too familiar yet different at the same time. There was no argument, no fight, no nothing; just weeks of wondering suddenly compacting itself into a lightbulb of unwelcomed realisation.

I have become a bird who’s wings have been clipped. Conditioned to never leave.

The light in my eyes, they have become weak.

And still I wonder, why haven’t you noticed?

But the truth is, my dear, you have indeed. Yet you keep quiet, unquestioningly brushing it off like this is how things are meant to be.

But things have gone much deeper than you realise. It isn’t as simple as it may seem for I now fear many things. Things I used to want so badly no longer appeal to me. I fear them like they are the plague and my caution grows ever much stronger. Dreams that used to be, now become nightmares that cling onto me.

And I often wonder if I have become that shadow I’ve always wanted to be.

Maybe the truth is,

I often dream of death,

Because death has already befallen me.

I am just waiting,

Waiting patiently,

For you to finally see.

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