This is going to be an emotionally saturated blog post. So stay away if you’re not interested in "I’m so emowww it hurts".
"Bitch, what is your greatest regret in life?"
Eating too much when I was a kid. Yeapp, I was a darn FAT fatty bombom. Well, you could guess, no girl ever wanted to go out with me. Every single girl I’ve confessed to, ended up screaming "don’t ever talk to me again, I hate you!" I was thirteen.
And yes, you may not believe this but my parents never allowed me to be in a relationship. Never. It has always been; don’t have a girl friend, study hard and get a good job. When you can support us, then you can have a girlfriend. She must marry the family. OR. If you have a girlfriend, you won’t think about mum and dad. so you can see the outline of my Indonesian sinetron(drama).
So naturally, I’ve never dated a girl until last year. Well, nothing fantastic. But you could guess which path it led me down. I chose without myself knowing, a path I would find myself hating. A path strewn with hurt everytime i took a step closer to love. A path I can’t turn my back on, a path as inevitable as breathing to me.
You’ve got no idea. They don’t know, they can’t feel. You don’t know how it feels to be in love and feel so loved one moment and cheated on the next. You don’t know how it feels to have your life robbed from you. You’ve never felt so rejected, so many times you feel so pathetic it turns into a phobia. You’ve never felt how difficult it is for me to tell someone how i feel about them because I’m afraid of their reaction. You have never felt how it is like to be me.
You’re lucky.
"You’re asking me about love? are you insane? I’ve never been in a relationship, it’s all sex for me".
Predictably, my bestfriend failed me.
So, I’m torn into two. He loves me, he loves me not. She loves me, she loves me not. I’ve had a crush on her 2 years ago. Now, when I finally have a chance, I’m scared. I’m scared I will lose a friendship that has been getting on so well. I’m afraid she’ll never talk to me ever again, if things don’t work out. I don’t know. I don’t know, what I don’t know. But, I understand, I’ve never been promised a rose garden, along with the sunshine.
I hate homophobes. Whats so wrong about being gay? would you hate your sister because she told you she’s lesbian? would you hate your bestfriend because he told you he’s gay? would you leave your husband knowing he used to kiss guys?
I love my sister. Julie is the best damn thing that has ever happened to my life. There’s so much to say, I don’t really know where to begin.
"You are the angel’s halo, and I, the devil’s left horn."
Well, not anymore.