It is so easy to say. Easy to promise. So easy to judge. So easy to lie. It’s so easy to deny. It’s so easy to assume. But it’s never easy in that person’s shoes.
My eyes haven’t stopped shading tears since 11 am.
I’ve never been this miserable and hurt this badly.
I can’t breath.
If this how my life is to be, please take me already.
I’m too weak. I can’t take this pain.
My life altering sacrifices means nothing to you or anybody.
So let me go, please.
Don’t take people for granted. No matter how much they love and care for you, people get tired eventually.
Nah, nothing alcohol related. However it’s purely on effort.
I always put other people’s well-being before mine. It’s an inherited characteristics from my late Ki.
However it’s not the greatest thing.
People are always taking advantage of it or more oftenly taking it for granted.
I wish they would stop for a minute and think about it or maybe stop focusing on themselves alone.
Maybe the contribution of others in your life might not be prominent to you but trust me, it makes the difference.
But in all honesty, most of my effort are gone to waste cause they are just so selfish.
Here’s a lil DIY that I did on my very limited free time. A jar light.
I’m trying to remind myself always to never let others diminish my inner light.
This has always been the way that people treat me. Am taken as a fool.
My input is not needed nor appreciated. But my effort, strength, time and sacrifice is what is required from others all the time.
I don’t express about how it hurts me. I swallow it down and consume the pain. But they don’t care. They never care.
I know for a fact that am a very selfless person. Everybody comes before me. In all aspects.
I for one enjoy observing people, especially the odd little things.
I used to buy Skittles for my first bf every time I went to the shop. Simply because he loves it. I buy my mum a certain cake/pastry cause I know she enjoys them. Dad loves mint or dark chocolate. You get the drift.
But when it comes to me, its always different. Nobody takes the effort to know me. Some don’t even know my age or even birthday. Well its hardly a surprise that many don’t know my favourite colour. Its odd, my room is filled with the colour and they’ve been in it.
Perhaps they are ignorant or they don’t care. But please don’t regret it once am gone. You had your chance. You blew it.
As of now, I’m not gonna care so much about others. They don’t deserve my attention.
I always play nice and fair.
Keeping in mind that there’s always a reason to everything.
Also to give benefit of the doubt to everyone in all situation.
Two wrongs doesn’t make one right.
But sometimes being nice, accomodating, sincere and patient gets really tiring. Just like right now. But then knowing me, the person who hates arguments. I just keep quiet and keep it to myself.