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The test of courage comes when we are in the minority.
The test of tolerance comes when we are in the majority.


Saturday, November 27, 2010
noʎ ǝʌol ı ıqıq



am going to bkk later, to sort out my feelings.
i'll be a better woman when i come back.

for the past few nights after what happened, i had been crying myself to sleep. i just couldn't control my emotions, have been v long since the last time i breakdown so badly, since 2 yrs ago? i felt that nothing in this world is certain, i even felt that my feelings were surreal, for i didn't see all these coming, and it really caught me terribly. it just got me even more upset and disappointed. but, this should stop.

i'm extremely sensitive to emotions, and it gets to me so easily.
i hate it that i'm like that.

just now, when i was in dire need of someone to talk to, it was then that i finally realized the people i think love me the most, and swear that they are always there for me, aren't. so many empty promises. all those "you always have me", and "you know i love you ", they're all empty. or perhaps it is me. that everytime i only know how to keep everything in myself and refused to share even if my closest asks. i always say, " nothing nothing nothing " and nothing else. i'm not trained to pour my feelings bit by bit. and i thought of who i should go to, i thought of all your names, one by one. but something sank in me, and it was then that i knew i couldn't count on you to be there. any particular reasons? maybe not to trouble anyone, maybe not. but a woman's intuition is more than enough. and of course there are people who really really cared, just that i don't really feel like saying anything and need time alone.

its like your heart has been ripped out and stomped on. you can’t breathe properly, you don’t want to eat, you can’t function. it’s the most intense pain that you’ll ever feel, and there’s no way to relieve it. Its unyielding, merciless torture, and you know it’s yours for life.

i used to think i'm the happiest woman in the world.
but in that moment, i felt my heart break.