Friday, July 17

It's a public holiday today, and I feel like doing nothing. 
Last night, I took the route from the train station to my home on foot. It's been a while since I last had the opportunity to stroll on my own under darkening sky. The last time I did, I spoke to the stars and begged them to take my heartache away. 
I miss talking to myself, I miss having quiet time on my own in not so quiet places. Watching what's familiar and what isn't, bustle as I silently observe from a distance, as if invisible. I miss when I was free to disappear for a while. 

I'm dreading the weekend.  I'm dreading the thought that on Sunday, I'd have to meet up with people I no longer could relate on a personal, intimate level, for an afternoon of forced fun. I hate how I'm fearful of saying "No". I hate how terrible I am with white lies. I hate how as much as I want some people out of my life permanently, I don't know how to go about doing so in a manner so subtle yet effective that does not lead to any form of confrontation. 

I hate feeling guilty for feeling all these things and having all these thoughts. 



2 comments:

  1. oh, i can relate to that strongly... i remember feeling the exact same.
    i hope it's going to get better for you. keep your head up - you are going to find your way! :)

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