GIVE ME THERAPY, I'M A WALKING TRAVESTY.

twentythree y.o. geographer, barista, yoga practitioner. University College London. born and bred in the lil' island of Singapore. constantly searching for answers. extremely flawed, especially when it comes to imposing standards on others, expecting too much, not knowing when to close her mouth (to shut the fuck up or to stop eating). too crazy for her own good and has to be taken with a massive handful of salt. adores backpacking, hitch-hiking, hill-walking, red wine, whiskey, cocktails, fine food and good conversations.
REMINDER:
"open your heart. someone will come. someone will come for you. but you'd have to open your heart first."


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Thursday, January 08, 2015
◔ 8:18 PM // ✎ 0 comment(s)
❝ It will slowly stop mattering anymore ❞

The last time this happened, I sucked it up. I was at work, I had to put on a brave front. It slowly simmered, sunk in. Pasting a smile on my face, no one knew.

It sunk in, and it slowly stopped mattering anymore.


The previous time this happened, Oisin left work early and came straight to my house. He overwhelmed me with his hugs, he attempted at consolation. Didn't work. He soon made me snap out of it, and I am grateful that he keeps me grounded.


This time, alone, I broke down. Poured my eyes out, while justifying the consumption of copious amounts of chocolates. I sought help, I reached out begging for someone to pull me out of the abyss.

Tears flow, and it will slowly stop mattering anymore.

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