11.00 PM

Do you know why I haven’t written, I haven’t shared anything, lately?

Because every evidence has convinced me that nothing, no one can give me reassurance better than myself.

And no one has convinced me otherwise.
And I am running out of options to reassure myself too.

So I leaen to stiffen myself. I learn how to be numb. How to feel nothing. How to lay down my emotions and keep anything about to slip from my mouth shuts.

So yeah, I have nothing to share or write.
Because I refuse to feel anything.

And another time, there will be moments when I seem to change my mind a little bit. Try to seek even simplest form of reassurance. Seek it from you, from them, from anyone I think I’ll be reassured by. But as the words go unresponded, even unheard perhaps, the conviction hasn’t changed.

So I learn better not to feel anything.
I do better refusing.


11.38 PM

Let me live

Let me be alive

For only when my mind works, I feel the purpose of breathing

Only if I wonder, I’d be grateful of my consciousness

But what good wonders and thoughts are for, if it can’t be shared

If no one sees, no one listens

What will it become than to just vanish

Into the back of one’s mind, as it’s left unshared

Into thin air, as it’s left unheard

Into abyss, as it’s long forgotten

What else can I offer? 

For escaping dullness of each day

For my own sense of living

For my own sanity

02.23 PM

I write, for I am a hopeless romantic.

Because my mind lives in a factory of fantasy. I romanticize things as mundane as handshake in introduction. I recreate little scenes in my mind, showered by flower petals and stardust.

And I read between the lines. I seek sentimental meanings over straightforward words and I record them all. I play those again and again, as I lay my head down stack of pillows, as lullaby.

I write.

Because despite my cold shoulders and sharp tongues, despite my unfriendly stares and absence of smiles on lips with constant pout,

I am a hopeless romantic after all.

And this world is not for the hopeless romantics. So I invent another sets of ears and eyes for me to share these things with.

08.10 PM

I thought I’ve had enough with living in limbo.

I thought I’d finally freed myself up from that kind of state. But apparently it comes within several aspect. It’s only been few months, yet I feel lost already. Not knowing which way to choose and how this will end. Do I have power to change it? Do I still have the grasp over things I’ve planned and I’ve dreamed of. If not.. how can I keep living as person I don’t want to be.

I rarely plan for life really likes to fuck with me. Every plans I made are only made to be its joke. Because later in the end, it would only be ruined, one hundred and eighty degree. Leaves me stunned and can do nothing but stay still and questioning everything, everyone, trying to figure something out. I have stopped making plans for years. But then, I still have a finish line. I still have a limit that I should pass. Now, where’s the finish line? What limit should I pass? Death itself?

I have no idea what’s been through my mind lately. I refuse to think, I refuse to figure out what to do next. I refuse to see the reality as it is. Even if I can, I’d lock up myself in my room for the time being until I finally know when to step and what should I do. When I finally have a grasp over some motivation that says I could go well as I’ve planned. But these exhausting responsibilities force me to do otherwise. So once again, I’m living my limbo, aimless, have no idea whose life I’m living and what has became of me.

I don’t know what’s happening in my head. I refuse to name it as it will only sink me deeper into it and by the time I realize it’s wrong, I’d be deeply depending on some help to reduce or increase chemical reaction in my brain.

It is so easy just to keep it for myself instead of having another responsibilities to explain. Because after I’ve blabbering this long, I still don’t know what is it that made me this way, how long will this keep going, and how do I escape this. Everything becomes pointless day after day. Nothing excites me like how things used to. Day after day, it gets more and more exhausting. Everything haunts my mind, day and night. The only time I can truly rest is only when I sleep. If you can’t even have control over your own mind, what else can you do?

Never before I feel this powerless.