I started this blog with a break up that was brief and I knew I was on my way to better things.
Now, back where I started from Florida to Atlanta and ending up in Seattle, I lie in my Singaporean bed thinking about how I could've been happy.
Was I picky? Was I rushing? Was I really in such a need to love and be loved?
I remember hurting you. Hurting Marcel was what I remember.
I hated being a wreck around him.
But I hurt and I am angry. Hurting from the loss of the 2 year relationship Allen and I had.
How can I love you, when deep down inside I am hurting so much.
I need to walk away, but I don't want to give up on you.
I don't want to lose you.
I know that I am happy and I will be happy when I am with you.
But all this grieving, who knows when it will stop?
Who knows the future, who knows when I'll achieve my goals of being the ultimate performer?
The cries I have are so depressing, so annoying to some, I feel like I currently lead two lives. The life I once had, am having and fears about the one I am about to have.
Pulled apart at the seams by so many expectations with no one understanding where I have arrived from or I am going to.
I am just holed up in my room. I can't even speak to my mom.
I just cry, workout, go to work and when these tears fall from my eyes, I realize I am alone.
Who should I go to, or run to when I am in need.
I know you speak of God.
That was why I wrote my blog. But who can tell me how or why or when will this end?
All I know is smile, vent and let it out, in time to come, the memories will fade and all the pain will come to an end.
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