Life was once a bed of roses
I used to believe in a lot of things, I used to look on the bright side of life. I was never described as "come across too often as being negative and sad." But then again, I used to be a normal gal.
Then life took a turn, I found myself travelling on a road less people
travelled, and I started to learn the facts of life in a rather hard way.
When you lose everything you had in a way you never thought possible, when you even lost the capability to control your own life, when you had sunk so deep you didn't even know where the bottom was, when committing suicide was once considered as an option, you would look at the world at a different angle.
I understood the true meaning of loneliness when my words no long made sense to my friends, not to mention that I even thought they were the ones who had gone crazy.
I realised the real pain wasn't a feeling of being hurt, it was a feeling of knowing I was hurting the people who mattered to me the most and yet unable to do anything about it.
I saw the dark side of love, all those smooth talks and empty promises, then as soon as the going got rough, they run a country mile. But hey...I can't really blame any of them, it was me who had turned into a real pain in the ass, I had become so unlovable I even hated myself.
I had seen enough shrinks to tell a good one from a bad one, I knew who was qualified to offer me an insight into the world of the normal and who wasn't. I learned to forgive myself, to accept, to bounce back and to carry on living.
Sometimes I deluded myself into believing that the saying "You have to lose yourself to find yourself" is really true, not just some crap people made up to make losers feel better.
I suppose after all, I did emerge all the stronger, but all the damaged too. There will always be a part of me only a few people can reach; I will always be the girl "with the issues".
But I guess we all have our dramas in our lives, that made who we are, and also life isn't all haha heehee, an awful lof of the feast of life is meat and patatoes and not champagne and caviar.
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I used to believe in a lot of things, I used to look on the bright side of life. I was never described as "come across too often as being negative and sad." But then again, I used to be a normal gal.
Then life took a turn, I found myself travelling on a road less people
travelled, and I started to learn the facts of life in a rather hard way.
When you lose everything you had in a way you never thought possible, when you even lost the capability to control your own life, when you had sunk so deep you didn't even know where the bottom was, when committing suicide was once considered as an option, you would look at the world at a different angle.
I understood the true meaning of loneliness when my words no long made sense to my friends, not to mention that I even thought they were the ones who had gone crazy.
I realised the real pain wasn't a feeling of being hurt, it was a feeling of knowing I was hurting the people who mattered to me the most and yet unable to do anything about it.
I saw the dark side of love, all those smooth talks and empty promises, then as soon as the going got rough, they run a country mile. But hey...I can't really blame any of them, it was me who had turned into a real pain in the ass, I had become so unlovable I even hated myself.
I had seen enough shrinks to tell a good one from a bad one, I knew who was qualified to offer me an insight into the world of the normal and who wasn't. I learned to forgive myself, to accept, to bounce back and to carry on living.
Sometimes I deluded myself into believing that the saying "You have to lose yourself to find yourself" is really true, not just some crap people made up to make losers feel better.
I suppose after all, I did emerge all the stronger, but all the damaged too. There will always be a part of me only a few people can reach; I will always be the girl "with the issues".
But I guess we all have our dramas in our lives, that made who we are, and also life isn't all haha heehee, an awful lof of the feast of life is meat and patatoes and not champagne and caviar.
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