I was reading some entries from blogsecret on Tumblr (which, by the way, is bloody everywhere, eh? I might just get one) and I had an “Oh God” moment.
I know people’s lives are screw-ups. I get that it’s hard to live and it’s a constant struggle to… go on and go about every single day. But then I get my friends and some of them would make me forget about that. Some of them would make me think “Oh uni is total shit.” or “they’re so lucky, it doesn’t seem like they have problems at all”. In a way because I’m not exposed or because I don’t really have such experience, I wave it by and I tend to forget that; life is hard and that people are constantly fighting to live, to survive. I would think that my problems are on catastrophic level and everyone else, they got it easy.
Well, not really.
What I’m trying to say is that those secrets, those entries made by strangers.
Some I can relate to.
Some I totally get.
Some I laughed at as I read it. I’m sorry if it’s not meant to be funny but from my quirky point of view, they are.
For some the only proper response I could come up with is “Ooookay.”
Some make me want to cry. Because, shit man… you got through it.
I want to hug all of you, the self-hating people. Just because I want you all to know that there’s at least someone who cares about you. Just because I know how it feels like and it fucking sucks.
I want to… I don’t know, make you feel better. I know this may sound totally cheesy and “wtf” worthy but believe me if there’s any way I can do it, I would.
I want you all who misses their ex or their bf/gf, the people who want their crush to know how they feel toward them to get whatever it is you want to get, whoever it is you want to have. They have no idea how lucky they are to have people like you caring about them from afar. I’m telling you, they have no idea.
You are worthy of someone loving you and you deserve all the love you can get; the morning kisses and the comforting hugs, the silent glances of support and private jokes, the one whose hand you instantly reach for in panic or in joy. I can only pray that you get the person you’re meant to be spending the rest of your life with. Yes, I still believe in that.
Life is just fucked up and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that it ruined everything for you and your beautiful self. It happened to me, too and I’m still recovering. I’m still mending the pieces back together. I don’t think we can fully recover but never, ever, forget that you are strong for having the ability to move on from whatever it is that happened to you.
It will be okay.
It will be okay.
I promise, it will.
I love you.