A requiem for myself, for the year.
I must say, this has not been a very happy year.
I felt different and most importantly, I AM different.
I changed.
I left what people call, security, and stepped into the world where you are exposed and there's no boundary, no end to it.
I met many people and lost few.
Of course, there are most that I wished I hadn't known them and some that I want them to be lost.
Most importantly, I haven't found they whom I'm looking for and on the verge of loosing those I love dearly.
And I must say, this has pose me a fair-sized burden on my shoulders.
Something that has been making me unhappy the whole year.
I did not laugh until my stomach aches everyday as I used to.
I longed for it. But no.
I have everything that attracts me to school, but I have none to college.
I used to be a very cheerful person, full of energy and charisma.
But where is she who was once me?
I saw her and I called her, but she would not return to me.
Perhaps, I actually denied her return?
I do not hate travelling. In fact, I love it.
But to do it in this country is something I never want to look forward to.
No one will survive without challenges.
This is something college students go through.
And if I can't, can I actually call myself one?
I did not study much this year, as compared to the last.
Maybe because it is not as threatening?
But I know it is.
And yet, I am very laid back, taking things as they go.
Even so, it cannot be said that I did not put in efforts.
Because I did. As much as needed.
I met them whom I thought I lost.
I was happy and am still happy.
We talked, shared and laughed.
I even remembered this one, when he say
"Oh hi, I know you"
To which I reply
"Oh you do??"
That is to my first crush.
I changed my views in so many things.
Open up my mind a little further and am able to see things rationally.
Becoming wiser.
Falling in love with Super Junior.
Amazing.
However, a dark side has shrouded me as well.
I turned depressed and sad.
Angry and moody.
I hate almost everyone and love very few.
To this moment, I am still thinking to myself.
Is this who I really want to be?
Because in reality, I have become this person.
I do not have much to hope for the new year.
For I would want things to come as they go.
But I would love to meet they whom I want to meet, to do what I love to do.
I will re-think about the person who I really want to be.
I will find a new person when I look at the mirror every morning.
And I will love her because I made her.
I made her because I want her to be made.
To the new year.
I want to love more people.
I want to do more things.
And explore even more.
I will show the world my existence and may they acknowledge it.
Happy New Year.
















