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Thursday, April 11, 2019

The most sensitive person I know is me

I'm affected a lot about what people say and think about me. Not only that, I'm also sensitive to the topics that people talk about around me; even when it's not about me, if it's negative things, I feel anxious for no reason. If they badmouth someone, I feel like I'm going to be badmouthed too.
Sometimes they talk about negative things that they noticed about people; things that they noticed but I didn't. Like when I talk to this german person and came back to my friends they were like
 'Did you see how she looked at you?'
'Did you notice her annoyed voice when talking to you?'
You know what? I didn't and I don't wanna know.
God gave me this feature because He knows my heart is sensitive. He made me oblivious because that's the best for me. I would get hurt by all these words so if it's not VERY obvious, I would never notice.
Most people would agree on the quote
'Better to the hurt with the truth than comforted with lies'
but to me unless it's REALLY REALLY important, I rather be bliss with ignorance. Give me your comforting lies.
Tell me my cooking is good.
Tell me I'm pretty.
Tell me I'm good in speaking German/ Korean.
because I know, deep down I know those are just blatant lies to make me feel better. And sometimes it made me think, maybe those aren't lies. Maybe justttt maayyybe they're telling the truth. So I should improve myself to get those compliments again.

Also I can say I'm quite brave. Not much but a liiiiittle bit. I can approach basically anyone if I have a question. But before I do, I ask my friends first, but they didn't answer so I thought probably, just like me, they don't know. But when I ask someone else they show this face of disgust like ' You seriously don't know this?' (which I only knew  after a friend told me)
Then I came back to the friend and she uttered the most absurd words I've ever heard.
'I heard your question but I didn't answer because it was too easy. I thought I heard wrong'
I'm like SIS WHYYYY *crying emoji*. Even if I asked what is 1+1 you should've just answered me because truthfully, I'm THAT stupid.
And this isn't just a one time incident. It happens a lot and it made me sad all day.
Made me realise
'yeah, you're the only stupid person in class and you know what? You're probably the stupidest in the whole school.'

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

When should friends stop being friends?

I have a friend, let's call him S.
When he and his friends first came to my building I was very happy; no much more than that, euphoric, because I never had any friends on this block. I was finally not alone. And true enough, 3. Semester was the happiest Semester of my life. I had people to cook and share stories with and for the first time in my life, I looked forward to going home, and my bed wasn't the reason.
But here's the thing. This S person, he likes to make 'crude jokes' or 'gurau kasar', and I'm sure he didn't mean what he usually says and I, knowing this, despite being a sensitive girl who cries at the tiniest bit of insult, was never offended by any of it. Because I trust that he doesn't mean it and it was just a way of him having fun, I guess?
But sometimes (or maybe three times to be exact). It just went too far. There are words that my heart can't take even as a joke.
He once compared me to a pig. A fat hideous disgusting creature. It triggered my insecurities because I do think I'm fat and hideous and someone happened to blatantly point that out. But I let it go. Thinking it was just a one-time harmless joke; but guess what, he repeated it and burn me all over again.
My music taste didn't suit him either. Kpop to him is just a contemptuous music genre that he will never give a chance to. I understand that we can't force people to like what we like but I just wanted him to respect it and not look at me like I'm a disgrace.
Looking back, I realized he never sincerely apologized. I just forgave him 20 minutes later and that's it. [I'm a coward who's too afraid to lose a friend]

But here comes the breaking point. When things were all going swimmingly, and we were having a normal conversation, he blurted out this one sentence and the world just stopped. He said something in the lines of "Honestly I don't like talking to you; you might think I'm joking but it's a fact".
Upon hearing it time felt frozen and I can almost hear my heart break. My chest were heavy, I just couldn't believe he said that.
From what I can interpret from this was 'he didn't like talking to me' because of my immature thoughts, I'm not a knowledgeable nor pious person, I don't watch Nouman Ali Khan videos nor I have his books or maybe I'm just boring.
This really hits me so hard like a stinging slap on my face because to me, our conversations were my warmest comfort and I was genuinely happy to be able to share my stories and opinions to someone other than my diary.
My brain were flooded with all the things we talked about;
"If you have a genius child, what would you do?"
"Try hearing this song, what do you think?"
"I was right, there WAS a reason why he always talks to me; he wants me in his religious group!"
"From now on speak only English or German"
"It's good that the Prime Minister didn't let the Israeli athletes compete in Malaysia"
"I bet you wouldn't meet me here if I can sing"

Did he really hate all of it?

I always thought of him as one of my most important friends but i guess it wasn't mutual.
Even now, after a week has passed, my heart still aches and tears well up every time I recall that memory. Sometimes I couldn't sleep at night. The scene keeps replaying in my head and I so badly want it to stop but I can't. The food I crave didn't taste the same and I feel like I have a bullet hole in my heart.
So this is his impact, huh? Those few words. Meaningless to him but an avalanche to me. What did I ever do to him to deserve this? I tried to be nothing but good to him but I guess I was never enough.
Why was he nice to everyone else but me? Did he hate me from the start?
For his birthday I went to 6 different Rewe Supermarkets across the city to find that one Oreo flavour that he wants to try (but to no avail). I always buy extra biscuits so he wouldn't be hungry at night. I tell a lot of nice stories of him to the girl he likes.

Maybe I cared too much. It wouldn't hurt as much if I didn't. But I did.

I don't know how it will turn out in the future. It probably won't affect him whether I'm in his life or not. I just wish I can stop being sad. And maybe I will return to writing my heart out in a book.

And I don't resent him. For anything. He is entitled to his opinions and I guess I just have to accept it. I shouldn't act like I matter because I don't.

Friday, January 11, 2019

ein Speck im Welt

It hurts when you're the only one going through your struggles. Nobody to share it with, no shoulder to cry on. Nobody to pat you on the back and say 'You did well'. The only thing that helps you feel better is spilling your emotions on paper. And wait for time to heal the wound.
Sometimes I need a break.
From life.
From everyone around me
I want to sulk because nobody came to my aid when I needed it. But then again, it won't matter because nobody cares.