Letter To A Lover

Today I fell ill again, one of many times where my body has failed me. Maybe my low mood has affected me physically, I don't know. In any case I managed to take another day off work, the 4th sick day this month, to see a doctor and take care of my infection.

A friend I recently met offered to drive me to my family doctor. I was grateful for his help, but at the same time we weren't close and I didn't feel comfortable with him. In my heart, I wished it could have been someone I felt comfortable with instead, but I was unwell, and didn't have a choice. I know my other loved ones were busy at work. I had no one to lean on, besides driving myself.

In times like this I wonder if breaking up with my ex was the right thing to do--these are thoughts in my moments of weakness. I know we are both happier apart from each other, after the long struggle of three years. The memories we shared were meaningful; I still remember fondly the moments where he used to love me, and made those feelings clear. I could feel them and his efforts in the beginning, but over time everything got strained. I got strained and unhappy, and I could feel he didn't want to deal with me anymore. He would rather spend time with others than me, and made me feel low and unworthy. He always thought he was better than me, anyway. Those three years hurt me so deeply, but I was blinded by the crazy endorphins of being "in love". Everything was passionate, at the start. I felt so fortunate, as many must feel, at the start.

Up until the end... I feel he did try his best to take care of me in the only ways he knew how. He stopped opening up to me a long time ago. There were horrific events that happened between us during the course of our relationship, but we weathered through and thought foolishly that we could overcome. Anyway, those aspirations turned out to be fruitless.

I'm thankful for my childhood friend coming to check in on me. We enjoyed a nice meal and bubbletea and he took me to get my antibiotics. I'm just... weak, and feeling torn and tired. My emotions are shredded like frayed ribbons. I don't miss my ex, I'm glad that negativity is out of my life, but I'm still mentally processing those memories together. I guess because my body is weak, those sad thoughts of failure come surfacing up.

I still remember how much I was in love with him, years ago when we first met. Everything was so passionate, forbidden, enthralling. I wanted it--hoped, and wished--that our connection could last. But it was like pouring water into a cup with holes: everything we tried to build always slipped through our fingers.

Still, the comforting moments linger and haunt me... having a companion in life wasn't worth feeling unwanted, though. I wasn't a priority anymore, and that's OK because quite frankly I was a fucking bitch at best. But not all the time. I really did try my best. I couldn't handle it, and now I'm looking forward to the future in the hopes of having better days with better love ahead. I knew in my heart that the writing was on the wall... things were too far gone for them to get better.

I hope God is watching. I hope the universe will guide me back to being a happier version of myself. What's the point to still think about a person who blocked me and would rather break up than give me space? I openly admit how I felt in that relationship and he would rather hide and deny. Again, I really cared but was at the end of my rope. I was so unhappy, I didn't want to try anymore, and he easily and happily also let me go. Such is life, and such is how things ended with this story.

Lost feelings x Lost days

Virtual Reality

Ahh, another weekend over with. I've been tryna eat less, but it seems like the universe is working full-force against me and I've actually been stuffing myself full each and every day. Tonight I had a scrumptious Alaska king crab dinner at a lovely Chinese restaurant with family friends. It was delicious! I felt truly fortunate and blessed to enjoy such a hefty, fine meal. And last night, after work, I went over to my friend's house to hang out and ate a lovely chicken dinner with her while watching Food Battle & Prince of Stride. It's the little things in life, huh?

...So, I promised I wouldn't share this with anyone but I wanted to keep this safe here. My good friend took a photo of me on the skytrain and ended up turning the photo into a sketch. I'm obviously feelin' very flattered, as it's been a long time since someone has gifted me art. Ta-da~!

I don't normally post photos where I'm not wearing makeup, but...
My friend drew me super! adorably! 😍 #BLESSED

Life makes me live and die again, only to breathe life into me in small/random intervals. It's a suffocating life, it really is. I just want to feel things, a large variety of things! But everything escapes me these days. I'm torn between tryna chase feelings from the past, and balancing that with moving/looking towards the future.

One thing I am lamenting over, is how I'll have to cut my hair shorter due to having bleached/dyed it so many times over the years. It's been breaking and is lookin' quite thin and fine these days. I'm crying internally, but hey, it's just hair. It'll grow back in another few years lol. I'm consoling/steeling myself mentally in preparation. But hey, a funny thing about my hair colour is that people at work actually call me the "white-haired/silver-haired" girl. Which is a pretty cool nickname, I'd have to admit.

Tomorrow, I go back to living normal life. At least I can spend time with L after work, she always picks me up when I'm feeling low.

Happy Hoshidan New Year!

Drabble inspired by Fire Emblem Heroes. :x Spicy content, be warned. 

X

I have a true name, and I have secrets.
Promises always get broken.

there are days where i put on the mask that people are not born with, but given
and i contemplate a variety of different subjects that most people don't care to talk about. i wonder if there is more to life than accepting the way things are. i wonder if there is a secret path to awakening, a spiritual and mental awakening, to truly show us what we are.

for myself... i sometimes feel free and i sometimes feel suffocated, like i'm drowning. i feel like i see everyone so clear, their motives, their ugliness. isn't it disheartening? i can't accept, i need to push it all away before it corrupts me.

some days i feel numb, other days are filled with acceptance, and more of them are filled with an indescribable longing.

Hot Lightning

Another tiring day. Don't know what's what sometimes.

I stared up at office buildings and the gray sky, feeling a little more like myself. My old self. Something ethereal that lay dormant for a long time. Seeing things, but not actually seeing them.

Lately, when I see certain people, I can feel their energy. Like they want to sharpen this growing weapon; I see it like a glowing spear or arrow. I sense they want to strike me with it, but I don't want to be struck, if that makes sense.

When a person starts liking you but you don't like them back the same passionate way, that's what it feels like. At some point the feeling is different and so is the way that person looks at you and speaks to you.

Then again, as soon as you meet someone they're already sharpening their weapons against you anyway. Whether for love, or something else.

You Can't See Me In Askr Castle

A/N: i said i would be working on my novel at the starbucks today, but so far i've been clowning around while my friend works on more excerpts for his story. oh well, here goes:

Though the sun shone brightly in Askr, the air was cold. Kiran wrapped her white robes tighter around her body and hurried through the courtyard. The high altitude of Askr Castle often left her feeling out of breath, so much that quickening her pace was often a struggle.

"Commander Anna, Prince Alfonse," Kiran greeted, as soon as she entered the war council chamber. Sharena was absent. "I've received reports that the Emblian army has advanced and breached our borders. Their troops are marching towards a small village south of the coast."

"This is dire news," Alfonse said.

"You won't like this next part either," Kiran continued. "It appears Princess Veronica herself is leading the charge."

"All the more reason for us to take action," Alfonse declared. "We must move to meet them at once."

Anna looked at Kiran, who hadn't bothered to take off her hood in her haste. Always the rational one, her next words were chosen carefully, with deliberation.

"Our soldiers are still weary from the last battle. We might not be able to spare our resources to save the village."

Alfonse didn't like her answer, Kiran could tell by the way he clenched his jaw and forced himself to even his tone.

"I've never known you to turn away from protecting our people," he said sternly.

"I know how you feel," Anna replied, crossing her arms across her chest. "But I am simply protecting our troops and the Heroes we have worked so painstakingly to summon."

The two of them turned to Kiran expectantly, waiting for the Summoner to determine their course of action, to be the tiebreaker for the debate.

"Well," Kiran started to say. "I..."

--

Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, the fierce glare of sunlight blasting in from the window woke Severa from her slumber. Her long auburn hair, normally fashioned into two twin-tails, spilled across the bed like a waterfall of flame. For a moment she lay still, eyes glossed over like a porcelain doll. Next, the fog of slumber lifted and her brain registered her surroundings. Alarmed by the unfamiliar room, she jerked and snatched up the closest item she could use as a weapon -- a candle holder off the night stand -- and sprung off the bed.

Judging by the view from the window, she wasn't in Nohr, but rather a different country with landscapes unfamiliar to her. Severa noted that the room was high up. Wisps of clouds were everywhere, floating into the sky like ribbons; the sky was shining with an exuberant brightness that could never be imaginable in Nohr.

Her pulse frantically quickened as panic set its way into her mind. Had she been rescued by allies, or captured by foe? She cursed under her breath as she willed her body to remain calm.

"Calm down, Severa," she muttered. "The enemy wouldn't possibly be kind enough to place you in a such nice surroundings."

Gripping the candle holder, she stormed out of the room and braced herself for what she might find.

Take Me There

another lazy sunday spent relaxing at home, playing fire emblem heroes. it's been my daily form of entertainment, and i must say that while the game can be pretty repetitive, the characters are as charming as ever.

somehow a blank slate always leaves me feeling apprehensive. but it's strange, i can't move forward and i can't move back, because even if the page is filled with words, i can't push myself past a certain point. i can't finish anything i start. so, i need to fix that about myself.

anyway, my story, lighthouse... i named it lighthouse because it's the tale that is trying to guide me through the ocean in the dark night. and, fire emblem has become such a big thing for me now. much like how kingdom hearts and pokemon filled my younger days.

and... so far, it's the summon kiran--who is a character between lucina and nowi's build--and how she's been trying to help out the order of heroes. but, during the zachariah arc, alfonse springs feelings on her because he's feeling lonely. and that confuses her. shouldn't it?

meanwhile, shareena has gotten ephraim to target the summoner for whatever reason. she likes causing drama, i suppose. and, by request, camilla aids the summoner by wrestling ephraim off... heh. man, i'm working on my action scenes but they've never been my forte, huh?

i want the next part to be kiran waking up in camilla's room. and since camilla is always up late, she sleeps in while kiran wakes up and decides to grab some scrolls to study in the mess hall before breakfast.

leading into my takumi encounter... now damn it, why can't i execute? what's holding me back? mmm... i know what's holding me back. my own lack of skillz!

Last Issue

Life has again been filled with mulling over thoughts of self-improvement. The first week of the new year has passed and so far, 2018 has been smooth. There haven't been many highs and lows, but there has been a lot of self-reflection. And, I just don't know what to make of it.

I'm focusing on cutting down my social media consumption. I don't want to spend my life posting things to show off to other people; I can post it here or on Facebook, which I keep because I have friends I talk to. But... I'm even starting to doubt what makes a person a friend. Am I really so bitter because of my experiences? I just don't know anymore.

I want to tap more into my creative side, but I'm scared. I want to show different sides of myself to the world, like a diamond, but I'm scared. My whole life is filled with fears and "buts".

Regarding the social media thing: I really do believe most of the people I know post each day about their lives--mundane things--but for what purpose? To show off? To be somehow acknowledged by others? I won't have the answers.

I met a new acquaintance, and he is unlike anyone else I've ever met. Otherworldly, even. Very spiritual. Open, unafraid to be himself and reach for what he wants. I feel, this person is very creative and is similar to what I used to be. Only, not as openly flirtatious. Hah! Maybe?