How Being Employed Feels

Absolutely wonderful. Like a part of your life is more complete- the part where it scream “YOU NEED MONEY TO DO EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED TO DO.” Best part is, it’s actually a job you like. An environment in which you would thrive in. People who you would grow to love to talk to. I’m so excited.

Oh, and also lets the ex know “IN YOUR FACE.” Don’t you dare look down on me. This job is more legit than our relationship ever was.

Finally, university has paid off!

We know better.

It feels so good to talk to him again. Not an excited, romantic kind of talk. A normal, friendly, missing kind of talk. I miss him. Yeah, he was a great friend. My best friend. And I was treated so damn right.

But we know better. We miss the relationship. We both do. We missed the highs that came with it and even the lows. Not that we had a lot of those.

We know better than to tread backward. We know.  But knowing sometimes isn’t enough. 

Malwares and Viruses UGH.

Well, apparently that one stupid malware that was hiding in my computer months ago finally blew up. Damn it people. Why the hell did you invent viruses and malwares?? Let’s be real.. you can earn money in MANY OTHER WAYS.

So my friend suggested I get Malwarebytes for malware scan/removal and Avast for antivirus. Malwarebytes cleaned up pretty good- the malwares I had were called supersaver, clickpotato and dealsaver or some shit like that, along with some key registry infections. Albeit annoying, it worked- I was using Spybot Search and Destroy before but it never really did anything, I found. So out it goes, and installed Malwarebytes. Hopefully it and Avast don’t just peace out like AVG did..

I’ve been scanning for about an hour now with Malwarebytes and no threats have been found yet (FINALLY). Custom scanning for rootkits, within archives as well, and detecting PUP/PUMs. I’m happy just to see ‘0 detected objects’.

I actually installed Avast right when Malwarebytes was doing its job but it made a quick scan upon installation already- it has yet to run so here’s hoping -knocksonwood- the virus checks come clean.

tl;dr: people suck. download malwarebytes and avast.

Woke up to a hurting heart.

I woke up from a dream this morning with my heart cringing in pain. In the dream my brother was going off to vacation with his girlfriend and was passing things off to me to take care of while he packs up, getting ready to leave. He was so happy. I was happy. Then my phone starts to go off in my pocket, must have been accidentally turned on, and I see all these pictures of me and him, laughing. He was smiling and laughing in all of them, genuinely, and it made me hurt so bad. I saw his face so clearly. I remember I turned off my phone and started scrambling around my room trying to remove any objects that reminded me of him. And then my brothers belongings spill out of his bag, pictures of him and his girlfriend, cuddling, smiling, in love. I started to cry uncontrollably.

I woke up with my heart in pain. And it still is in pain. His face is etched in my mind, his laugh, his smile, that picture. I can’t forget it. And it hurts.

From Two to One to None.

I know these two guys- brothers- and they were my real close, good friends. Were, as you noted. No, we’re not close anymore, let alone good. We used to play together, eat together, hang out together. I used to love watching them bicker in the brotherly fashion they used, all those sassy, sarcastic and drop dead hilarious comments they threw at one another. I knew nothing, absolutely nothing, would come in between or break this bond. And the worst part was I had developed feelings for both of them. And so did they. But I loved the little brother in the sense that I felt like he was my own little brother. I loved the older brother romantically. He was my world, everything and anything I’ve wanted. He could have asked me to do groceries for him and I would have done it in a heartbeat. I was head over Hell for him. It was horrible, immature, and very, very raw. These feelings for him were unfiltered, unaltered, unmasked. People say you feel butterflies in your stomach- I felt pterodactyls. I wouldn’t even know what to say or how to act around him. When his little brother told me he had feelings for me, I faltered. I did, too, but no where near to the feelings I had for his older brother. And so, I let him go. Our friendship died overtime. He grew distant and cold. I didn’t really know who he was anymore, and that chapter in our lives ended too soon.

The older brother had pulled me within his orbit long before I realized it. There was a year where all I could think about was him- he was my first and last thought in my mind every day. Needless to say, that year in school fucking sucked. I had put in only an eighth of my studying efforts into that year. And yes, it was brutal. When I look back at it now, I want to slap myself in the face for being so stupid and blind. I knew exactly what he was going to do to me, and I knew exactly what I should have done but I did not. I let him ruin me, I let him tear me apart top to bottom. He was my most recent ex, the only man I’ve loved so hard, so long, and so purely; and I will never love anyone that purely again. None of it was worth it. I am sick of being played, wronged, and left for selfish reasons. I went from two friends to one, to none.

I had a dream last night. The three of us were lying on a bed, watching a movie. I had laid myself over the two of them- my legs over my ex, and my head propped on my hand and elbow on his brother’s lap. We were friends again. I felt so serene. I felt happy, something that hasn’t happened to me for a time now. But I woke up this morning and I returned to reality. They’re not a part of my life anymore. I don’t want them to be. I don’t want to be reminded of how I failed in keeping the two people I cherished the most. We’re not friends anymore. We are all just memories of each other.

Let’s Fly

I’ve dreamed of the day when we would board that plane to Italy- just the two of us. I dreamed that we would be so excited we wouldn’t be able to sleep the previous night and we would stay up all night talking about our itinerary and anything we may have forgotten to pack. I dreamed that we would fly across the world and experience something new and breathtaking together. Capri, I had told you, was my must-see. And you said you would be my traveling buddy. It sounded great at the time, until now. You never made us more intimate. I was always left out in your world, just a side thing, just a buddy. My plane swerved and started to nosedive. You had faded so fast from me I didn’t even notice.

Up, up, here we go, where we stop… everybody knows.

When You Can’t Let Go of the One Who’s Bad for You

Your heart’s in a million pieces, glued together carelessly and terribly. You can’t control these feelings of anger, hurt, betrayal, and you think you’re okay because you’re angry- being angry helps. Being angry lets you feel more powerful, more competent. Being angry lets you feel you’re in control of yourself once again.

And then you turn into putty once he messages you, or simply snapschats or post something up on social media.

You start to cry, you start to reminisce and you start to feel weak and powerless and stupid again. He was everything to you and you gave, literally, everything to him. You thought this was going to be serious, a serious commitment, a serious relationship where just because a person cannot be your career advisor while she’s in school doesn’t mean this can’t work out. You gave him more chances than he should have received, and even though you gave up everything for him, he never gave up anything for you. He gave up objects and objectifiable things yes, but he never gave up what you gave up- emotions, feelings, happiness for a chance at you two. She believed that there could have been more happiness, like he promised. He promised they were going to be good. He couldn’t keep that promise for the second month in.

When you can’t let go of the one who’s bad for you, you feel like you’re drowning. In your own pool of sadness, that ridiculous, stupid, unneeded sadness. You know he never emotionally satisfied you, you know he never gave his heart to you. It doesn’t matter what a person is like- when a person truly falls in love and loves a person, love WILL make them do whatever it takes to keep that person. You will try so hard to make it work, because you love that person. You will never give up on a person because of a career goal. You will try to make that person work with your goal. You will never try to turn it against that person, nor guilt trip her, nor tell her that you want to be friends but never make an effort to remain so. You will not leave her hanging every single time she attempts to reach out, as friends. She will drift, drift away slowly, but surely.

When you can’t let go of the one who’s bad for you, you have to let go of the person who’s clinging on to the one who’s bad for you. Shed that person away. Shed your emotions, shed your efforts, shed your friendship. Because that someone who’s bad for you shouldn’t be your friend. And that person who’s clinging on cannot be your friend. Strip her away. Delete her. Rip her away from your heart, body, soul.

You will never remember her, and the one who was bad for her, again.

Holding back tears with people

I’m at a friend’s hotpot event for one of their going away party- hosted beautifully and generously by his girlfriend. and everyone is here, laughing having great fun with friends, girlfriends, boyfriends. And it really stood out to me how these couples treated each other. They’d show affection by lightly touching a shoulder, by scooping food for their partner, by sharing drinks.  The way they talk and the way they do things for each other, the extent they would go to to do things for their partner.  My eyes welled up and I asked for the washroom.

Cultures make so much difference. It’s really true. 

it’s 2:41 in the morning and i’m still thinking about you.

but really, fuck you because i shouldn’t be.

i’ve only had 1 measly shot and a pint. i’m no where close to being tipsy let alone drunk (i’m not gonna go there again). yet my entire self just feels down and simply, sad. not sad because i’ve been dumped but sad because it’s hit me i’ve lost good friends. you and your brother. and your parents. you said we can still be friends. we’re not friends anymore. we don’t talk. you don’t talk to me. and why should i talk to you? why should i initiate? i’m done initiating. i’m done being the one who tries all the time, the one who actually thought things through and decided things were worth trying. i’m done being the one who gets played by you and i’m done feeling worthless because of you. you can take your amazing new career down to the states, away from me, far away from me, and never speak of it again. you can find that beautiful robotic humanoid projection of your mind (pretty sure she’s caucasian) and live happily ever after as business partners in and out of your career life. you can find happiness in being someone so important, someone with so much face that everyone will know who you are on the streets (please. just please) and someone who has everything in the world but the one person who loved you for who you fucking are, knows you inside out and who loved you above all else and would have done anything to make the relationship work because clearly, there was nothing wrong with our emotional connection. but like you said, we just couldn’t “connect at the intellectual stage”. haha. fuck you. that is all.

You’ll never change who you are.

You were shy when you were young. You were outgoing when you were only 4. You were picky with your foods, you hated swimming when you nearly had a drowning experience. But now you’re outgoing, making friends, more polite, more reserved, swimming, and eating everything off your plate.

No, you didn’t change. You only managed yourself in different situations.

People don’t change at their core. The only thing that changes is how they present themselves in public. The front for other people. Their face for their partner.

People don’t change who they are just because they act differently from before. Everything is just management. Everything is just learned from experience. This is what you should do in this environment.

You’ll never change who you really are. The question is who are you?