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Thursday, September 09, 2021

 aw man :(



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Sunday, November 01, 2020

 


I’m feeling terrible terrible fumbles 

And Way-J is really far away. From my body and from my heart. Like there’s this great distance, this vast plain between us and his back is turned towards me. It feels like I’m crazy and I feel bad for feeling crazy. I don’t really know what to say. I don’t know why I’m holding on to him anymore because it feels like he’s not doing the same and I feel bad for thinking it because I know he has a lot on his plate and a lot to deal with and I have to trust that he’s doing everything he can to be better, to hold on to us, to make it work for us but... why would he? I’m having trouble seeing it. I’m bringing so much pain that it’s probably a lot easier to just cut loose and move on, and I think that’s what he wants to do more and more as the days pass on. I feel like I’m holding him back because I’m holding on. Maybe I should be the one to cut loose so both of us can be happier. How do I make him happy? When was the last time I made him happy? I really don’t know. 

I keep opening his messages and checking to see if he’s read them or if they’re double ticked or if he’s typing a reply and it’s driving me crazy. I’m really obsessing over this and I hate the person I’m becoming. But it’s my fault I’ve become this way. The choice is always mine to be someone else. I don’t know what’s stopping me from deleting everything, I guess I’m trying my best to honour my promise to him? But what promise has he made to me that he kept? I’m losing a lot of perspective here and I’m deeply deeply unhappy. And I hate that only Way-J can make me happier. He can’t. And my happiness is not his responsibility or his priority. It’s mine. 

I wish I could tell with absolutely certainty how much he wanted to make this work, how he truly feels about me, how happy I really make him, if he’ll ever relapse. I feel like I’m the bad guy with everything I do and feel. 

And I think I’m really tired not and would like someone to love me. If I’m still worthy of that? I am right? I am? Or is it simply the idea of me that’s worth loving? Haha this sucks.


I’m not gonna get much sleep tonight. 



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Friday, September 18, 2020

 


I feel like my baseline is breaking point. Everyday I wake up and I have to mentally push myself out of that head space and into one which makes me feel more in control or distracted, and if I don’t put in that effort, I return to breaking point, which means every little thing can send me over the edge. I have been having constant freak outs and breakdowns on my own but too scared to approach them with Way-J, I did it once and it ended up being counterproductive. I expressed how I felt and in response Way-J told me all the things I did wrong or wasn’t good enough which I suppose is fair and well-deserved but instead of changing how I feel or helping me to understand my feelings, simply reinforced the lack of confidence I have in myself and my worthiness in this relationship. I frequently burst into tears when I am alone and I don’t know how to stop it. I feel that I have reached a point where I am too terrified of trying to save the relationship because nothing I do is good enough or worthy enough and if I make any wrong move, Way-J will get upset or disappointed and remind me of how much he does for me, which in my head translates to how little I do for him. But I am also aware that I don’t need enough and I don’t know what else to do or how to do it, or if I even have the energy to do it. I am also too terrified of leaving the relationship because I will be the bad person who made a poor judgment and ended up making everyone miserable, or I will never be worthy of anyone ever again, and that I’m already punching above my weight by being in a relationship with Way-J. My self-esteem has hit an all time low and I don’t know how to build it up and this is severely affecting my ability to contribute or partake in a relationship or equal partnership. I no longer believe that this relationship benefits Way-J even though he insists it does, but I find it challenging to believe what he says. To me, his actions claim otherwise—I recognise and appreciate that he still undertakes acts of service for me, which he also has described as being out-of-habit and something he does on autopilot. So it feels like he only does them because he’s used to it and probably wouldn’t have done so otherwise. Is this relationship only in existence because of habit and familiarly? Or is there still a mutual desire to keep this relationship alive? I don’t know. My judgment is so clouded to the point that while I know logically that Way-J still gives to this relationship, I feel extremely alone. Do I want this relationship? Yes, but I don’t know if it’s for healthy and fair reasons, and I am afraid that it’s not the best option for Way-J. Do I love Way-J? Yes, but I don’t feel like it means anything to him that I do. And if it means nothing to him, it means nothing to me. My love has no worth to myself, Way-J, or anyone at all. All of this stems from my crippling self-doubt which is making me misread, misinterpret and misunderstand most of what Way-J says or does and I feel like I need to seek help for it. And that makes me angry. Because I believe I was fine before he went AWOL and then behaved erratically for the next few days while I had to deal with the unpredictability of his behaviour and the difficult recovery that came after. I feel tired and burnt out from all the support I have given and I feel like I had to bear the consequences of his lapse in judgment, while supporting him. I don’t want to blame him for my actions, but I felt deeply betrayed by what he did. I know his actions had nothing to do with me and he has other issues to settle and to link it back to me is narcissistic. Yet, I feel such strong negative feelings about that event. Way-J has expressed his gratitude towards me for supporting him through this but somehow it feels like he doesn’t grasp the full extent to which this event has devastated me. I feel like I have been shredded to pieces and I’m held together by flimsy scotch tape. I find it difficult to breathe sometimes. My head hurts all the time, I’m nauseated and I keep gritting my teeth. Way-J told me to do whatever I needed to stay sane but he hoped that we would emerge out of it together. I think he has emerged out of his dark period but I am still lodged in mine. My approach to staying sane is to meet up with people in my life but not telling Way-J who it is. I do this to claim some mythical sense of autonomy and independence over my life, so that if Way-J were to do anything that threatened the existence of this relationship, the way he put us on the line when he relapsed, at least I still have some aspect of my life remaining intact that wasn’t overturned br Way-J, because I have drawn a boundary between this part of my life and his involvement in it. I wouldn’t be doing this if I had enough work or other things in my life going on to keep me distracted, but I don’t, and this is the quickest and easiest distraction I have. It has exacerbated his trust issues because it feels sketchy. I would never break the rules of our relationship and I am committed to keeping this relationship together, but it feels like he doesn’t trust me. And if he still can’t trust me after I stayed by him and supported him through his dark period, then I don’t know why I am in this relationship anymore, and I don’t know what my worth is. I don’t think Way-J thinks much of me. I don’t think he likes me as much as he says he does. And I don’t think he is aware that he feels and thinks this way of me. He doubts my commitment and faithfulness to this relationship. He often questions the knowledge I share in a way that seems to reject my statements more than adding to the conversation. He has said that I am not helpful and I don’t do much and I am unpleasant to the people I love. I am unable to tell if any of the above has been said in seriousness or jest, but I also don’t feel it’s funny to talk about a partner this way. I am more than ready to accept that all this is in my head and I am crazy and need medical intervention. Right now, I am extremely miserable. I would like for this mental, emotional and physiological pain to stop and I don’t know what to do in order to achieve that. 



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Saturday, April 11, 2020

I genuinely think I’m going to die and like, I don’t mind


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Sunday, February 02, 2020

Abandonment issues 🙃


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One reason why I've revived this blog is because I feel really sick of having to shape myself according to what I think others think of me.
I don't succumb to pressure, but I have a very huge ego.
And most people who know me seem to be okay with me being me, but I'm not content with who I am and believe that people agree with my perception of myself.
And this has severely affected the past few years of my life.

I hid this blog a few years ago and if you go through the archives you'll probably see why.
It's very shameful. This is a brief tour:

Beginning to 2008
It honestly is a waste of time to go back this far, but if you do I hope I bear no resemblance to that person now. The posts here are cruel, self-serving, egotistic, menacing, a desperate bid to hide my insecurities, and worst of all, evidence that I used to be a cyber bully.

2008 to 2012
I'm getting crazier at this part. Obsession with looks and body. Stress with school. Still trying to prove something that doesn't need proving. I start losing direction, ambition and control. I need to get out of myself and my surroundings.

2012 to present
I’m just trying to resist the urge to kill myself every single day


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Monogamy is a crock of shite 


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I guess I should just get this out.

I don’t really know what to do or how to feel. Or maybe I know what to do but I don’t want to do it.
I’m so tired of dating y’know. So fricking. Tired.
Because it’s the same cycle again and again:
I meet someone who makes me feel cherished and then they choose to leave
I’m starting to think the problem is me.
And if it is, I don’t really want to fix it. I’m stubborn that way, and painful, and difficult, and all the bad things that make people want to go.

Seems like no matter how hard I try, people are always gonna leave.
So I’m tired of trying y’know? Just so tired.
And I don’t know if I’m reaching or settling anymore and I just don’t want to care about it.
I’d rather just get into some crazy mental depressive state and eventually die than put in the effort to fix it.

People leave.
People leave.

And there’s nothing I can do about it.

But I wish I had the strength to not try to get them to stay.
Let them go, move on, live alone, be the person that can’t keep a man lol
I regret. Making him stay.
Because now I know I’m weak and i’ll always be on the losing end
Or maybe I’m strong because I put my ego aside lol
Who knows anymore
I can’t tell

Can you?


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Thursday, June 07, 2018

Before you start, tag 15 people. Now start.

I have:

- smoked.
- consumed alcohol.
- slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex.
- slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex.
- kissed someone of the same sex.
- had sex.
- had someone in your room other than family.
- watched porn.
- bought porn.
- tried drugs.

TOTAL: 8

- taken painkillers.
- taken someone else's prescription medicine.
- lied to your parents.
- lied to a friend.
- snuck out of the house.
- done something illegal.
- felt hurt.
- hurt someone.
- wished someone to die.
- seen someone die.


MY TOTAL(accumulative. cos it's easier that way.): 15

- missed curfew.
- stayed out all night.
- eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself.
- been to a therapist.
- received a ticket.
- been to rehab
- dyed your hair.
- been in an accident.
- been to a club.
- been to a bar


MY TOTAL (so far): 23

- been to a wild party.
- been to a Mardi Gras parade.
- drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night.
- had a spring break in Florida.
- sniffed anything
- wore black nail polish
- wore arm bands.
- wore t-shirts with band names.
- listened to rap.
- owned a 50 Cent CD.


MY TOTAL: 26

- dressed gothic
- dressed girly.
- dressed punk.
- dressed grunge.
- stole something.
- been too drunk to remember anything.
- blacked out.
- fainted.
- had a crush on a neighbour.


MY TOTAL: 30

- had a crush on a friend.
- been to a concert.
- dry-humped someone.
- been called a slut.
- called someone a slut.
- installed speakers in your car.
- broken a mirror.
- showered at someone of the opposites sex's house
- brushed your teeth with someone else's toothbrush.


MY TOTAL: 36

- consider/considered Ludacris your favorite rapper.
- seen an R-rated movie in theater.
- cruised the mall.
- skipped school.
- had surgery.
- had an injury.
- gone to court.
- walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping
- caught something on fire.
- lied about your age.


MY TOTAL: 41

- owned/rented an apartment/house.
- broke the law in the police's presence.
- made out with someone who had a gf/bf
- got in trouble with the police.
- talked to a stranger.
- hugged a stranger.
- Kissed a stranger.
- rode in the car with a stranger.
- been harassed.
- been verbally harassed.


MY TOTAL: 46

- met face-to-face with someone you met online.
- stayed online for 5+ hours straight.
- talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight.
- watched TV for 5 hours straight.
- been to a fair.
- been called a bad influence.
- drink and drive.
- prank-called someone.
- laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex.
- cheated on a test.


MY TOTAL: 55

Grand Total: 55


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Thursday, January 25, 2018

Introduction
Call Victoria by her full name and she’ll probably think she’s in trouble, but that’s probably the result of serious middle child syndrome. She’s used to the constant battle for attention and wanting to disappear.
Vic doesn’t start conversations but she doesn’t finish them either. She loves talking so much she’s been trying to learn sign language and French, but can’t even hold a proper conversation with her grandmother in Mandarin.
Vic is in the BA Acting course and hopes to fight for children’s and women’s rights while keeping dedicated to a life in theatre. She also has an incessant case of wanderlust. Since moving over from Singapore, she loves the cold and her newfound independence but also misses green tea milkshakes and durian.
In her spare time, Vic doodles, tries to play the ukulele and not suck at cooking.


First Post
I am unbelievably lazy for someone with so much natural energy, but laziness is the mother of resource. Before arriving in Glasgow I’d already located all the Sainsbury’s and Tesco outlets via Google Maps and I am pleased to announce that there are at least three Sainsbury’s outlets and a Tesco Metro within a 100-metre radius of Liberty House where I’m staying at the moment, with loads of cafes and restaurants peppered on the walk up to campus.

My first day in Glasgow I didn’t realise I was living in the heart of the city. Back home, shops along Buchanan Street would probably be found in the heartlands, because the actual shopping district is at least 2 kilometres long, has buildings between 7 to 60 storeys coated with LCD screens, LED lights and large advertisement billboards, and is surrounded by a ton of traffic. In comparison, Glasgow is chill. It has character. The buildings aren’t just made of glass and metal; you can see the historical resonances in the architecture. Buskers are performing every day and you see wall art stretching the height of the building.

I won’t even deny it—I’m a huge pig and if I could live out of my bed I would, but since I can’t, the convenience of Glasgow City Centre has got me absolutely convinced that choosing to study here was the right choice and I’m feeling quite at home. It also helps that I got the most fantastic bedsheets from Primark (a stone’s throw away) with pugs on one and wild animals on the other and Ribena exists here.

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More than anything I’m excited to live on my own (which is close to impossible in Singapore because it’s so overcrowded) and figure my way slowly into adulthood while I spend the next three years doing the only thing I can see myself doing for the rest of my life. Since moving in I’ve started doing laundry and ironing and cleaning out my own toilet (I also learnt that it’s only called a “bath” if you have a bath tub, otherwise it’s a “shower”? What have I been learning my whole life?) and—gasp—cooking. My pot’s handle caught fire and the spatula melted a little but my food is surprisingly edible, but I have an odd fear of using the oven. I blame my mom’s infectious paranoia and Sylvia Plath.


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