On Hatred, Self, and Letting Go
So I wasn’t able to write my year-end post for last year (wow, it feels weird saying last year when 2012 just ended the other day). But anyhow, I’ve been wanting to write again something like a Thank You list or additional Bucket List or a Shit List or like write letters to my closest friends but I can’t because I’m feeling kind of stoned these past days. Shit. This kind of feeling sucks. Hatred is slowly eating me up inside and I don’t like it. I hate that I still feels angry at some people. Actually, I never felt this angry for a long time now. I thought, “Wow, I totally got screwed over [again].” Is being “too nice” or “honest” or “true to yourself” really a bad thing? I guess so, sometimes…maybe? Sometimes, it’s so easy for some people to take advantage of you, to criticize you or to play with your mind and feelings, because guess what- you are so fucking nice to them. Because for them, you are just that nice and understanding person, the good friend. That someone who never gets angry or can forgive people easily. I, in fact, don’t care about what “other” people think of me anymore. They are entitled to their own opinion. And besides, their opinions don’t matter to me. Why? Because they don’t fucking know me, the “real” me; they are irrelevant. That is why I got really hurt and frustrated when people “close” to me are saying or doing “bad” things to me. Like seriously?!?! I thought we were friends. Maybe I’ve been reading too much on things. Silly me. Them, hurting and criticizing me (may it be intentional or not), is not even a question. I got really hurt. I felt like a total shit, betrayed and stupid. And the saddest part is, realizing that you don’t even deserve any kind of explanation, or a sorry or anything shit because, maybe, you don’t really matter to them. Maybe I just got disappointed. Maybe I just really thought that they are “different” from “others.” I expected too much, maybe. And so I guess, I just have to accept the reality that we’ve all changed. Forgive myself for letting them hurt me and move on with my life. I should let go. Sorry that I can’t be that person that you all “expected” me to be. This is who I am now. I don’t just do things to satisfy people anymore. And I won’t go knocking at everyone’s door and try to explain myself nor beg them to like me (or even love me). Because in all honesty, 2012 was the year that I became most “myself.” That year was one of my most (if not the most) profound, “intimate” relationships I had with myself. One of my cantik friends was so damn right when she told me that being 25 is the best. I didn’t believe her at first. But now, I could finally say, “Fuck yeah, it’s the best.” There are a lot of good and bad memories from last year. And I will surely remember them all. So much to learn from these memories. And even if I’m getting tired being so nice, I will really try my best to be really happy. To continue being true to myself and be Thankful to all the people who didn’t give up on me, and support me and love me for who I really am (and for who I am not). And that even though I’m heading down a crooked path, I should never give up.









