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Let that ice form around your heart once more. Just let it. You'll grow cold and cynical but at least you won't be hurt anymore.
(And thus the entire objective of this blog has come to an end. Life is nothing but a cycle of the same old regrets.)
The Four Loves (par inter-vivos)
Here's another mix for you.
01. Red -- Taylor Swift / 02. I Can't Make You Love Me/Nick of Time -- Bon Iver / 03. A Drop in the Ocean -- Ron Pope / 04. Lies -- Marina and the Diamonds / 05. Coffee & Cigarettes -- Michelle Featherstone / 06. Gotta Have You -- The Weepies / 07. Where Are You Now -- Mumford & Sons / 08. Eyes -- Rogue Wave / 09. In These Arms -- The Swell Season / 10. A Thousand Years -- Christina Perri / 11. Kiss Me -- Ed Sheeran / 12. Gone, Gone, Gone -- Phillip Phillips
— Carson McCullers
And always one more time; Maya Angelou
There's a popular belief among anthropologists that you must immerse yourself in an unfamiliar world in order to truly understand your own.
Annie Braddock, The Nanny Diaries. Maybe all I really need is a proper vacation.
Maybe it's because I know I don't have what it takes.
And I've always been an all or nothing type of person.
Besides, the most interesting people I know are the ones that just lead their lives and do what makes them happy, not the ones who sit at their desks at 5:26AM trying to be people they're clearly not.
I guess I'm just bitter -- I am constantly being hurt by people I find captivating, for reasons that I cannot fathom. I worry that those reasons revolve around me being a generally uninteresting person. And as a result, I subconsciously long to be just like these people who have hurt me, by walking into just about anybody's life, stirring up havoc, then leaving.
...
I don't know.
I am so confused about who I am, why I am who I am, and just about every other philosophical life question that ever existed.
This is really the worst possible time to be having a quarter life crisis, but hey, Life's always been a rude bitch who never cared to check your schedule before prancing in and hitting you with bad news.
I have a headache. I am done over-thinking. Bye.
Not the same person.
I don't know what to make of the girl I've become.
It's hard to believe that I'm the same person who won a nation-wide debating competition just two years ago, because the person I am now gives up on similar debating competitions just one round in.
It's hard to believe that I'm the same person who was awarded a Second in the World award for her Sociology paper by the University of Cambridge, because despite loving what I am studying now, I still allow myself to be distracted by things that I know, in the end, will be of no value to me.
It's hard to believe that I used to be so independent and confident, so willing to stand up for what I believed in, and now, I'm just wasting my days away whining because I don't feel interesting enough, funny enough, fascinating enough.
Honestly, I have no idea when this need to be perceived as interesting and fascinating began. What is this sick need I've developed to rustle up chaos in the name of impacting lives? Why do I long to be thought of as someone who walks into lives unannounced and leaves without wiping her feet?
It all simmers down to psychology, I guess. I may not have known the answers to those questions before I started typing out this post, but as my train of thought continues on, the questions become rhetorical -- of course, it's psychology.
Is the human mind really that simple, though? So a few people trampled all over my life. So they were pretty enthralling. But is that all it takes?
Either way, I often found myself wishing to be just like them. Maybe that's what it is: I want to hurt people the way I was hurt myself -- psychology.
Fine.
But it still doesn't explain why it seems as though I have disappeared into the background -- blended away into the lives of others, leaving my own vacant and soulless.
Echo -- Jason Walker
Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I pretend I'm alright. But it's never enough, because my echo is the only voice coming back, and my shadow is the only friend that I have.
And there's more.
It's not just about being lonely right now, in the moment, at twenty years of age; it's the fear of never finding anyone, ever.
That's a scary thought to live with.
Painfully aware of how alone I am.
You know what sucks the most? How, every single day, without fail, once I leave college, I am painfully aware of the fact that I have no one to call and just spill all of my thoughts onto.
I'd really just love to be able to dial a number I've memorised by heart, hear a soothing voice at the other end, and just say, "Hey. I miss you. I've been having a really crappy day, and the only thing that's keeping me going is the knowledge that I can talk to you any time I want."
It sucks to not have anyone to come home to.
It just... sucks.
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I made a mix for you.
01. Gray or Blue -- Jaymay / 02. Ours -- Taylor Swift / 03. Fall -- Ed Sheeran / 04. Sort Of -- Ingrid Michaelson / 05. Treacherous -- Taylor Swift / 06. Careful -- Michelle Featherstone / 07. One and Only -- Adele / 08. Give Me Love -- Ed Sheeran / 09. Ten Days -- Missy Higgins / 10. Every Night -- Imagine Dragons / 11. Cosmic Love -- Florence + the Machine / 12. Payphone (feat. Wiz Khalifa) -- Maroon 5 / 13. Closer -- Joshua Radin / 14. Daylight -- Maroon 5 / 15. Make You Feel My Love -- Adele
It's the most wonderful time of the year once more! Christmas tunes have started playing in shopping malls and supermarkets, and it's making me incredibly happy.
Here's to an amazing Christmas! x
Maybe you, though.
I've been trying to avoid thinking about you, trying not to ruin how far I've come, all the progress I've made.
But maybe just for tonight, let's pretend that you're mine.
This will all feel like a whole lifetime away when the sun's up in the sky again, but till then, I'll play pretend. Because God knows why, but you're the only thing that's keeping me sane.
And when the daylight comes I'll have to go, but tonight I want to hold you so close.
Safe and Sound.
It sucks how nothing is comforting right now, absolutely nothing.
It's past 2:00AM and I am incredibly tired, stressed out, and anxious. And yet, I'm having trouble falling asleep, because nothing is capable of being a comfort to me right now.
For whatever reason, over the years, I've developed a tendency to retreat to my safe place before bedtime. It can be an actual physical place, a thing, or even a person. It's not always the same place or thing or person, but there is almost always a safe place. Almost always; 98% of the time.
Nights like these are rare, and much dreaded.
Even the thought of you isn't a comfort tonight. Neither is the thought of you. Or you. Or even you.
It's frustrating. And maybe it's time to kick the habit, to just be able to sleep without a bedtime routine, but it's the only way I know how to let my guard down, to allow myself to become vulnerable, to slip out of consciousness -- by feeling completely, 100% secure.
