I am sorry.

I strolled around the shopping mall today and scanned faces of people that happen to pass my way. As long as they aren’t looking at me, I try to stare at their faces as much as I can.

“Is this person happy?”, I ask.

I honestly want to know if these people are happy with their lives. What makes them happy? And while I am aware that they share their own personal struggles, I still think they are in a better place compared to me.

As I wait for my sister while she buys medicine for our very sick furbabies, a middle-aged lady approached me. I wasn’t in my right self, I was immensely vulberable as there’s just too much going on inside my head. I heard her ask for some money for food. I ignored her. I didnt even look at her face. I did it subconsciously as my mind was in a complete trance. I felt sorry for  a moment but I realized.. She’s having  hard time, but I know I’m going through worse. Nobody in this world is having it worse compared to me. That’s what I genuinely feel for the past couple of years.

Right now, bad things just keep on pouring down. I’m told to count even the littlest blessings and believe me, I am thankful. But isn’t it extremely difficult to count the good things when it’s completely overshadowed by the horrifying things that’s just too much to bear? My dogs, who’s more than family to me, are sick. And I do not have much money to give them the expensive treatments they require. All I can do is buy meds to ease their pain and watch them in difficulty right before my very eyes. My endlessly piling bills, my unclear goals, my unprogressive working pace, people bringing me down, people moving forward fantastically and leaving me behind, pressure, debt, tediousness, conflict, loneliness.. My list goes on and on. I am alone in this pitch dark tunnel and I just don’t see the light anytime soon. When I try to read my previous posts, I can only think about how unfortunate my life has been. It’s been years, and I’m nowhere near the brightside. I am tired of bearing an unbearable burden. I am exhausted of trying to fit in a life that does not want me.

I believe in God. And it is what has been making me hold on all this time. I believe He will end sufferings. I also believe that He will take care of me and love me and hold me. But I am battling with my own demons. Demons that lurk deep within me. And I feel like it’s taking over me and eating me alive. I used to pray a lot, hoping that He saves me. But because of my state of mind, my guilt and my hopelessness, I stopped praying. I can be saved, but maybe the only way to be saved is to exit this life.

I believe in my family. They are my life support. They face hardships too but they are always there to love me, support me and comfort me. I wanted to be the strong one. The more they cry for me and comfort me, the more I felt guilty. I should be the one that’s strong for them. When they need something, I should be the one to provide it. But I am not strong and I am not capable. I am just a ball of negativity pulling everything and everyone else around me, down. A complete loser. I am a failure. I am that one person that the world does not need.

Mom, dad, I am really really sorry. I love you with all my heart and you know that. I show it to you as much as I can. You know how clingy I can be! 😉 But, I tried my very best to be strong. I swear I tried so hard. Even when there are times that I feel extremely depressed to the point that I feel like vomitting and exploding, I tried to stand my ground. In my head, I know it’ll be over soon. He says it’ll all be over soon. But ‘soon’ is just too late for me. It’s not your fault that I am depressed and that I am hopeless. It’s just me not hitting the right notes. I am exhausted and I just know that there’s no other way available for me to be happy again. Please do not misunderstand, I am happy when I am with you. When we go out and eat meals together, when we praise God together, when we ramble about the most random things – I felt happy and comforted. But something is wrong with me. I just feel so dead inside. My heart and mind do not want to breathe, but I force myself to. I try to do even the tiniest things that can make me happy, watch the funniest shit I can watch, do the silliest things I can do.. But my smile and laughter are nothing but involuntary movements. They just happen because my body knows how to do it. But I genuinely feel that nothing ever goes positively behind these smiles and laughters. I am dead. I have no way of being happy. Mommy, daddy,  I am extremely sorry. I know this will leave you in pain and knowing about my depression would be very puzzling for you but know that I love you and I will always do. There’s nobody to blame but myself. God is good and loving and He’ll understand. He knows what’s in my heart so maybe, we’ll see each other again and we’ll live happily. No more pain. No more tears. Only happiness, security and.. good food 🙂

To my siblings, you are the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me. I couldn’t ask for more. Youre positive, loving, persevere and God-fearing. You do the things you are bound to do and you excel in it. With faith and grace and love. Both of you are beams of light and positive influences to people around you. Including me. I held on this long because of you both. Despite my unimaginable pain, you stood by me and made me smile. You held me when I was drowning myself in tears, trying to hide my weakness from mommy and daddy. You think I am strong but both of you are stronger. I love you more than you know. I would always jokingly tell you that I will crush and kill all those who hurt you and hinder your way. I meant that. Despite the funny note, you know in your heart that it’s real. That’s how much you mean to your elder sister. I need you to be strong, just as how you already are, for mom, dad and yourselves. He will understand. I believe HE understands. He sees through my heart so I know He will forgive me.

For my friends, or generally everybody who knows me, I’m sorry that I could not defeat my depression. Dont blame me or anybody for not seeking “professional” help more. I dont believe those people anymore. It’s all business for them and that’s the truth. You tell me it’s all in my mind? Ha, well. It’s in my damn system. Not just my mind. There’s no other way to make me better. It’s just like this for me and it will always be.

I am sorry I am not enough. I did not work hard enough. I am sorry I’m insecure that’s why I feel so damn shitty when everyone else moves forward happily and successfully. I am jealous of all these people that pass by me. How come you’re so happy? How come you get all you want and explore all the things you want? Wow. I want that. I will have that, someday. But not here.

I am sorry. But I am closing this chapter of my life. I dont know what’s next for me but, yeah, I guess this is my last post. Until we meet again.

Ja.

 

 

 

When you’re toxic as hell

I’m a huge gunk ball of disappointment. Once again, I am extremely upset of myself because I’m not getting the results I’ve been hoping for.

It must be human nature to expect too much from yourself. And because I work too hard, I fall too hard. Why do I feel like I need to surpass everybody’s expectations of me? Why do I always battle with the feeling that I need to be the best at things? I couldn’t help it. I know such mindset is what initially drove me into depression, this is why I try my best to isolate myself from toxic people and toxic environment. And for a long while, I’ve been doing nicely setting up things on my own and sometimes, even paired with kind, amazing people. But just when I thought things will go smoothly for a much longer amount of time, here comes toxicity. There’s always someone out there that wants you out because of that person’s desire to covet what you have. Let’s call this person T, for Toxic.

Now, I’ve been trying my best to maintain my routine and keep everything at my own pace, just like before. Despite my personal efforts, I assume T, suddenly felt like he/she needed to do better than everyone else. T does this and that, completely disregarding the fact that some people may end up getting fucked up along the way. But T wants to be the shit, so T carried on and on like a dirty politician desperately trying to get everybody’s validation.

I’ve been ignoring this for a long time, not until T now tries to get into my space to take the scene. T probably loves what I do and so T feels like it needed to be stolen away from  me since T thinks he/she does way way better. Well, fuck. The situation brought me back to the system I worked so hard to get away from. The desire to be the best that leads to me expecting too much of myself. Like everything’s win or die for me. I don’t know, it must be the same for T. But what angers me is that nobody’s really pushing T to do so. There’s no need for T to compete and pressure everything around him/her because there’s practically no reason to do so. We’re all fair and square but T feels like he/she needs to be that somebody.

I hate it. I hate the fact that T makes me reflect on myself a little too much. I used to be contented, but now I’m agitated and I’m disappointed because I feel like I’m failing in the littlest things. I feel like everything’s being stolen from me. What did I even do? I have treated everyone right, including you, T. I treated you so damn well but what do you give me in return?

J.

 

I hope you’re suffering somewhere

There are times when I honestly thought I have moved on. But whenever little things would remind me of how you wronged me and destroyed me last month, I couldn’t help but pray for your own damnation. I dont care why you did it and why you chose me as your victim, all I want is for you to suffer.

I dont wish you death. That’s just an easy escape. I wish you suffering from the littlest part of your fucking soul. I want misery to eat you little by little until you feel that death is a better option. I wish you lose something you treasure, or hopefully, someone you love. You deserve it. You deserve every bit of it.

I am suffering from too many things right now. Many of them stems from what you did to me and what you took from me. Life has always been difficult to me and I have always struggled to get by. And then there was this time when you appeared out of nowhere and left me a mark I’d remember for the rest of my life.

It’s been more than a month but it’s still sickening. It’s damn difficult to start over and carry on with what I usually do because of what you did. Fuck you. I can only hope for your misery. I thought I’d forgive you. But maybe, I’m not that forgiving.

I wish you’re in jail, rotting. I wish your family is extremely suffering because of you. I wish all the guilt and pressure drive you insane. I wish you sickness, with you feeling your insides rotting and your bones collapsing. I hope with every spoonful of meal you take, you’d remember the faces of the people you victimized – including me.

J.

Why show up?

What the hell is wrong with you? Who are you? What’s your reason for suddenly showing up?

Well, alright. I won’t say it’s “sudden”, because for some reason, you seem to try to make your ways just to talk to me again. We haven’t talked for years, we are living separate lives so there’s nothing left of us. What’s there to talk about? We don’t even have a reason  to look each other in the eye. You, trying to get my attention in the tiniest, dumbest ways is just getting pathetic. What are you trying to show me? There’s a reason why I fuckin cut you off my life and you know damn well about it.

Come on, it’s really pathetic. I can see that you’re living a different life now and so am I. Let’s keep it that way. Ahh, are you trying to keep in touch again just so you can benefit from me? Well, what you see on social media from all the stalking you’ve done isn’t everything. I have a feeling you’re approaching me because you need something from me. Just like how you did to me before. You even had the guts to ask money from me to save your ass at some point – years after we cut ties. I may look like I’m known and successful with what I do, but my life is pretty shitty as it is now and I have no plans of adding another pile of garbage into my life.

I have blocked you for years, but you seem to find your way huh? Funny. It’s just getting creepy. Just stop it. I dont even know what’s really going on inside your head but I only know one thing for sure – I don’t want to be any part of it. We’re done many years ago. Just let it go. There’s no need to look for me and do some petty attempts to talk to me. I WON’T. You can stalk me all you want, but I won’t give you the tiniest attention. You’re just toxic as always. I dont really care if you have changed (which I highly doubt anyway), it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to be friends, if that’s what you’re trying to do.

You seem to have so much time in your hands. Get a life and just get lost.

J.

Laugh at me

Laugh at me because I’m fucking full of misfortunes

When you read my stories, does it make you feel better? “Ah, there’s someone who’s going through worse than everyone else.” Every single thing is just too wrong. Every single thing is just messed up it’s starting to get really funny. It feels like my life is in some sort of fucking 80s gag show where they fire stupid shit at the person just for everyone else to laugh at.

I used to have good days. No matter how short those days are, no matter how little those “good” things are – at least, I had them. I used to have them but for some reason, they just stopped happening. It’s one misfortune after another. It’s not getting easier no matter how hard I try to survive. Everything is falling into pieces. I try and try and try to fix things – even start over and build things, if possible, but everything still goes down to shit.

I make decisions for myself and it still fails. I let someone else make decision for me and it still fails. What am I even supposed to do? Who am I supposed to blame? Well obviously, the only one to blame is myself. Because I’m worthless and I’m fucking dumb and I’m a fucking mess who tries to show everybody how “okay” I am and how I am doing so fucking “well”.

Why do I have to live like this? How come some people are doing so well. They excel, they do what they want to do, they have pretty much everything I want to have. What did I do so wrong to deserve all of these things I’m going through? I just want to live peacefully. Can’t I do that?

I have mentioned exhaustion a million times. I wish I can just finish everything easily. Do you think making the decision to just disappear is easy? If it’s that easy, II could’ve done it ages ago. I wish I can just disappear and so that everything will just come to an end. I am tired but I am forced to get through all the worst.

 

I must be losing it. I’m laughing as I am writing this. It just became so funny how nothing really changes. From my first post up until now. I still talk about how miserable I am. It’s never going to end, isn’t it? Unless I chose to end it myself.

J.

Why is everything so damn difficult?

Why am I even asking? Yes, at the back of my head, I feel like I do know the answer to this.

I guess the question I should be asking is – until when? Until when is everything gonna be so damn difficult? How much longer do I have to take? Why  does it feel like it’sonly happening to me? It feels like I’m misfortune’s favorite. It’s driving me to the edge and whenever I thought I’m finally okay, I am not. I am still the victim. I have no way out. No matter how hard I try to divert myself and try to be as positive as I can. I just can’t do it anymore.

And I know, you’re probably laughing at me. “You’ve been saying that for years. You said you can no longer bear it, but look, you’re still here anyway. You’re just a gunk of drama.”

Do you really think it’s easy to end things? If only it’s as easy as cutting a piece of cake, I could’ve ended everything years ago. Believe me, I tried. But it’s not easy. If you think breathing is easy, it’s not. Not for me, at least.

I keep on losing things. I keep on losing opportunities. And it’s funny but prior to losing all these, I have already lost myself. As if losing myself wasn’t enough, it feels like the world is taking everything else from me.

I’m supposed to hop on this new journey I have been looking forward to for years. I’ve been planning every bit of it. I was a month away from it. But guess what? It’s no longer happening. After getting mugged out of my sources, after being victimized by devils, after all the physical and mental trauma, I am left with nothing but my broken self. I’m not even sure if it’s still going to happen in the future. I can only hope, but I think I’d choose not to. Enough of all the disappointment.

Every single second, I can only wish that someone would save me. Just get me out of this mess. I’d beg if I have to. If only it was that easy. But everything is difficult. Every. single. thing. is just damn difficult. When does this end?

J.

Mugged, harrassed – a close encounter with death

As if my suffering isnt enough. I even had to go through such traumatic experience. Someone almost killed me. Yes, i almost lost my life to some low-life criminal who took away things I have worked so hard for.

His monstrous expression with a gun in his hand pointing to my face is a scene that repeats itself inside my head. Thinking about it now, it’s funny how everything in my life is wrong and even at one final moment, I cant decide how to finish things myself. I was mugged, harrassed and dragged to the ground just for my belongings.

And I ended up losing these things I own. I live a hard life and owning something would take a lot of work. The robber took away not just my money, but years of hardwork and memories.

This happened just days ago. Every detail is crisp and clear inside my head. It horrifies me and the thought of it makes me shiver in fear.

Now that I am trying to “recover”, a series of bad things continue to happen. From one horrifying event to my same old life full of depression, sadness, remorse – it’s not getting better. I lost an opportunity that I have been wanting to do for years because of the incident. I cant work properly because the incident took off my work materials. Every single day suffocates me and I wonder if this life is even worth living. Should I carry on enduring or should I just end it? What would you do?

I feel nauseaous. I feel dizzy. I get chest pains and I always catch myself gasping for air. My mind and body cant seem to take it anymore. I want to give up.

J.

I’m a ticking time bomb

I slept at around 5am last night trying to get myself to work on a piece that I’ve been meaning to finish for weeks. I want it to look perfect but I find myself hitting the backspace button countless times that I still failed to wrap the project up. Depp inside I am frustrated, but I managed to pull myself together and just went on to watch my favorite shows online as means of distraction.

I woke up at 1pm today. I went on to start my day with my favorite blend of coffee since I feel like I’m too late for breakfast and lunch. I decided to just skip it and get my caffeine fix. I was okay. I felt normal. I even made a list on my mind on what things I should finish today. I also made appointments tomorrow for this new brand I’m working with.

A few hours later, I felt so irritated. I feel like I am about to explode. With no particular cause, my ugly self just took over. My parents called me to eat something and I did take a few bites but then I suddenly got so irritated. I even pushed my plate in anger, subconsciously. What is wrong with me? I’ve been doing well for a couple of days but here I am once again. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I control my emotions and my mind. I just feel so angry and I began to contemplate on my depressive thoughts once again. I just don’t know what triggers me anymore. It is so difficult.

I felt like hurting myself so I rushed to my laptop and logged in right here. I needed to write. I need to vent this out. I don’t even know what it is but I need to get it out of me.

J.

Mom

I don’t think I can bear this. My mom’s sick and I can’t bear to see her in pain.

I’m already suffering on my own and it’s been extremely difficult to cope with my demons for years. I couldn’t afford more sufferings to come.

I think I am about to break. Where do I hold on? I am so scared. My parents are my everything and to be honest, I do live for them. One of the main reasons why I have endured all this time is because I can’t bear to leave them behind. They are my all what my life is all about. Now that my mom’s sick, I try my best to be there for her. To take care for her and do my best to relieve her pain.

But how does one make another feel better when she herself is about to break?

How do I stay strong when I’m nothing but a hollow shell?

I don’t even know what to do anymore.

J.

Fuck all those people who belittle your worth

Oh yes fuck em all. Those who take you for granted, take advantage of you, thinks your inferior to them, degrades you. Oh how i hope for all the bad things to come their way.

I just had another nerve-wracking experience today. Guess what, it’s from “supposedly” a family friend. Someone whom we stuck with despite having her shit mess up several times in her life. Ah, today I realized how she’s a major fuck-up.

Well G, you self-entitled trash. How dare you show your ungratefulness to us? After all we did for you and for your messed up family. We treated you like family, and you fucking degrade us as if we were mere minions under your mercy. You ask us to do one thing then another. Follows-up as if we’re obligated to do this huge-ass favor for you and for what? A few fucking bucks and half-assed thank you? Bitch I can earn twice as much in less than an hour. You fucking consumed our time and effort and made my most precious loved ones work hard to save your crumbling ass. I saw how hard they worked and how much stress they went through – all while you sit comfortably at home, watching your dumbass tv shows. I am shaking out of anger as I write this it’s unbelievable how a person can be so fucking thick skinned.

You know what, it’s not about the money anymore. It’s about how you fucking shattered our pride as if we’re your slaves. Huge favor for what? Ah, how ridiculous. “Sorry”, “thank you” and a few bucks just enough for one-way gas just by reaching your place. Fucking funny. Oh? And guess what, the favor we did for you involves you gaining lots of bucks to save your broke ass. But you made us feel like as if we’re actually obliged to do so for you. What’s going in your head?

What really broke me is how my loved ones felt. You fucking insulted them. You know what, if you did it to me, I’ll probably just flip a finger and move on coz I don’t give a shit and I’m not the one who worked so hard. They did. They worked so hard to clean up the shit you made. What’s funny is that you know it’s your fault, and we’re helping you solve it. But what were you thinking? I’m wondering if you are just plain stupid or being ungrateful goes deep in your ugly roots. You’re a mess. Wait til you experience the same thing, wait til you go through the same shit and let’s see. Perhaps it’s because you never really understood effort and hardwork. All you did is depend on other people and wait until they shower you with excess cash. How’s living that kind if life?

Seeing my loved ones so down and disturbed is beyond me. It’s difficult to see them like this. It’s probably because I know how hard it is to work so hard for something – so hard to the point that I’m exhausted, and yet, is still left unappreciated. I had someone degrade me, insult me in exchange of my hard work and loyalty. Left me with nothing, no payment and not even a thank you. I know the feeling and it must be miserable for my loved ones to go through the same. To those people who think they are far more superior than you are, fuck them. I can only wish for your worse days to come as soon as tomorrow. Call me evil and sick for wishing ill for somebody but I am not a hypocrite. I believe that people who do bad things should experience the same thing for them to feel the same pain they caused other people to feel.

Ah, I am beyond angry. I’ll never forget what you did. You’ll never hear again from us. If you’re in trouble, let your wrinkly ass solve it for you. You are on your own. You may find someone else to do the work for you but you’ll know the difference of the work of someone who’s honest and sincere. Let’s see how are you going to be able to clean your own nasty shit.

Enough of the rant today.

To my loved ones, you did very well today. You may be insulted and unappreciated but those who have great understanding and intellect would know how amazing you are. You never give up and you always do your best for us.

J.