Life Update

I am trying to keep this blog alive. I have been down for the past few weeks, struggling to put myself back together in one piece. A month from now, I will be heading home like finally. I can't believe that I am actually saying this but, yea I really do miss home. I have homesick.

It has been 5 months now, I am proud of myself that I am able to make it to this far alone. I still remember when I first came to Australia, I was culture shocked because the life here was so different from KL. I didn't have any friend by that time and the most depressing thing was every shops closed at 5 pm. I had a moment of mental break down when I discovered the fact that I have zero entertainment except staying at my room watching Netflix. Man, it was tough. I was basically alone for most of the time until my classes started. I soon became friends with some locals here and also Asians. The fact that I am staying in one of the suburbs in NSW, makes complete sense that the city is almost deserted when it comes to night time. It could have been better if I was staying in Sydney CBD.

Fast forward till today, life has been good to me, I didn't have much to think about. To be honest, the first month was horrible. I had to go through a major breakup with my ex and I had no one to rant shits about, physically. Can you imagine that? Although my friends in KL constantly showered me with love and care, the sense of loneliness is indescribable. I am all good now, nothing to worry about and I just can't wait to go home. I can't wait to set foot on places that I am familiar with.

It is a bittersweet feeling of leaving Australia. I certainly will miss the time here. I had most of the time to myself, which I have always wanted.

57 days to go!

A Year

Just when you thought everything is over, apparently it is not, at least to me.

It has been a year. It has been a fucking year since we stopped talking. Yes, you may question, why are we still dwelling on this same old topic over and over again. See, the thing is, some days I would feel normal, as if I have set myself apart from all the things. But most of the days, every single memory I had with you, shuts me out. I tried to seek for the same feeling, the same kind of love that you have given me. Turns out, it was nothing but a disaster, simply adding salt to the wounds. This story goes on for a year now, I can no longer turn to my friends and seek for enlightenments simply because they are all bored of this, bored of me. Well, I cannot blame them, how much can other people really help you anyways? 

Truth is, sometimes I hate you so much for giving up on this relationship so easily. Sometimes I just miss you so much that every single breathe I take, it hurts me. It all started again when I found out one of my friends followed you on Instagram. Not to mention, I allegedly confronted my friend shortly after this discovery. My heart ached, because I know that you were on tinder again. You were on the hunt for someone new again, or maybe for what I think it was. The idea of you flirting and hitting on someone else, haunts me. It should have been me, it should have been me who you were holding hands with. Am I not any better than anyone you found on Tinder? Or is it because I was never good enough for you? From the day we decided to break up, I should have hated you for doing that, I should have hated you for betraying me. I should have hated you for flirting with other people behind my back while I was in KL and claimed yourself to be single at that time. I should have hated you. But I did not. No matter how terrible you were, all I could ever think of was the good memories we had, all the places we have been. All these good things I had about you just allegedly made their way into my mind as if they were there to make me fall for you all over again. Was I hallucinating? 

You made me believe that you have thought about me, at least once in awhile I supposed. Why did you leave an anonymous note which was obviously you who wrote it, on my Sarahah? Why did you apologise when you could come back to me? I did the same thing on your Sarahah too. I left an anonymous note telling you that I was sorry about what happened too and how much I wanted you back to my side. The fact that you have locked your accounts to private mode, makes me want to see what is inside even more. I wished you would know how much tears I have shed for you. 

It is officially a year now. I remember vividly that same date today last year, I sent all your things back to you and that was it. I have no longer seen or heard from you anymore ever since. 

How long does it take to let go? 

Alive, But Barely Breathing

I guess most of the people around me are anticipating to read my story here, again. So, here I am, not doing any better deep inside my heart but at least I am happy on the outside now. 

It has been almost a month since we have parted our separate ways. Perhaps, you have made it absolutely clear that there are no chances left for us and this is the way it should be. After months of trying to work things out, I just couldn't accept or believe this is how our story actually ends. Yes, there were lots and lots of arguments going on in the course of our relationship but after each time of fighting against each other, it somehow just reminded me of how much I wanted you to stay. Though hitherto, things are slowly fading away somehow, I can still feel the ache in my heart and the thought of your departure is just excruciating. 

In Jason's dictionary, Long Distance Relationship means pain. Do not get me started explaining how terrible a LDR could turn out to be. If you could not afford to bear with the pain, or even if you think you can pull it through, just don't honey, there is only approximately 3% success rate in my circle of friends, so do not even bother trying. 

A lot of people are telling me to move on and you know, meet someone new and get together eventually. I have to be honest with you, I have reached the stage where I am just too sluggish to even get out there and mingle around anymore, like I just do not have the energy and passion to do it anymore. I am that kind of person who wants to settle down with a constant group of people, and not to mention, a partner. I love doing things with the same person day after day, I am just lazy in that way. I have always searched high and low for the person who has the same mindset as I do, but to no avail. You see, people come and go in my life too often, I do not have the courage to put myself out there and get hurt anymore. I may sound weak and vulnerable, you should sit down and listen to what I have been through, especially in the recent years. 

I have fallen for someone who I have not met before. It sounds insane, I am not sure either. J was there when I in my darkest times and J somehow at the right time, caught my heart. The same love saga happened all over again, and there I was sitting by the phone waiting patiently for the messages to arrive. When J asked if she could call me on a Saturday morning to talk, I was in cloud nine! Things happened smoothly, though she is still recovering from her recent broke up. Where would life take us? I have no idea. 

Life is full of uncertainties. You would end up at a crossroad somewhere in life, where you have to make your hardest decisions, that is when you know you are becoming an adult. 

Too Good At Goodbyes

Have you ever dated someone and thought to yourself, “Should I leave or should I stay?” This sucks because most of the time, we are extremely indecisive and make the incorrect decision. We stay too long in toxic relationships, or we give up too fast on an amazing person. After we do this, we are upset with ourselves because we wish we could have seen the future and made an accurate decision.

See, the thing is that I am the type of person who gives up so easily in terms of everything. I do not see the point of sticking around people who certainly do not worth my time, my dedications and most importantly, my love. Trust me, when you have been hurt so deeply to the extent of losing yourself, this is what you would experience, at least for a period of time. I used to be the guy who doesn't give a damn thing to almost everything. I used to mess around with people's feelings and honey, I certainly did not think twice about what I said. Yes, I was a jerk. I could walk away from every heartbreak so easily with no hard feelings that I was impressed by myself.

Right after I met you, everything has drastically changed.

Yes, I still have the issue of ending relationships promptly without holding back. However, you certainly have changed my point of view. You made me stayed. "I think we are not suitable for each other and I absolutely think that we should go on our separate ways." I blurted out this every time when we had an argument, clearly I did not think twice and I have hurt your feelings for countless times. I said it with the thought of you never leaving me because I assumed you would stay no matter what. I took your feelings to me for granted. You warned me not to say it over and over again but I never listen. You said to me that you would eventually choose to leave when you really have had enough of my bullshits. I have challenged your limits and pushed boundaries till the very end.

"I guess you are right, we are not suitable for each other and I have had enough of you and we are over."

At that moment, my mind was empty and I did not know what to respond. I did not see it coming. I regretted everything I have done to you, everything I have ever said to you. I was wrong. I begged you to stay. "I'm sorry, please don't go, I didn't mean it of breaking up with you. Please, stay for me. Please..." But you said no to me. The thought of losing you permanently haunts me and I have no idea what to do with my life, especially when I have completely rejected everyone who was after me. It is not that I constantly want to be in a relationship, it is just that I am so used to having you in my life and right now you have completely withdrawn yourself from it is just excruciating. I asked for it, and this is what i deserved, not going to complain but I honestly just hate myself.

"Cause every time you hurt me, the less that I cry
And every time you leave me, the quicker these tears dry
And every time you walk out, the less I love you
Baby, we don't stand a chance, it's sad but it's true
I'm way too good at goodbyes."

Lesson learnt, do not hurt your love one by asking for a break up every damn time. 

Please come back, please.

Betrayal

Have you ever imagined how would you feel like when one of your closest friends told you that you were unplanned in his life? Like literally, you were not deemed that important to him, in other words, you were replaceable. Yes, it felt like the world came crashing down on you all at once. The sense of disappointment is hysterical.

I was literally at the verge of breaking down after all sorts of sadness hit me like a roller coaster ride. The monstrosity is real.

As I lay here on my bed, still half-inebriated from whatever I drank earlier in the night, I only wish the pain would subside as my tipsiness eventually would. But as I get less drunk, I get more intoxicated by the sadness of reality.

You wanted me as someone who you could count on whenever you needed me. You wanted me as someone who would be there for you when you were sad and depressed from all the shit that has happened in your life. You wanted me as a friend who was special to you but no one else. But, who was I really to you? A puppet? Someone who was replaceable?

There were times when I felt like I was nothing to you. I gave the world to you but all I ever gotten was the shadow of your back walking away from me with the friends who you deemed fun and important to you. I took you as my best friend back in the days when I trusted no one but you. Yes, you were my pillar of support when I needed you, but little did I know that you were only supporting me for the sake of being nice and kind to me. Like how you did for everyone else. Little did I know that I was going to be forgotten after high school ended and I would be nothing but a stranger to you. So, what exactly is friendship. Would your friends reciprocate to what you have done for them?

You told me the things stated above in a hilarious manner. What exactly is it that makes you think that it is funny?  I hated you for walking away from me and you had a massive response to this. So, what should I feel when you told me that I was not your best buddy but you on the other hand were mine?

Although we are still fond of each other till now, the sense of betrayal is still there. I can be forgiving, but the scars left behind, will always be there deep in my heart.