I become a monster..
In 6 days time, if the "communication stalemate" were to persist, I'll be back into the seemingly inviting realm of singlehood. Freedom..
Clash of character, her possessive "clingy" nature, constant need for attention, differences in future paths n other flashpoints have made me somewhat strangled.. breathless. I badly need my own space.. a very big space. But i guess i should start from sth tt is prior to this n tt is still going on..
My mum. A respectable mother i would say. Really appreciated wat she has done for me since day -270. THe sacrifices she has done. The attention she gave. THe support she gave. However, as much as these are extremely good traits of a mother, there are also traits tt r the at the opposite spectrum. I still do respect her, but i dont trust her n to a certain extent despise her. Her betrayal of my trust through the years. Since both of us r stubborn, quarrels r pretty often. That has nv ever been mended. On the contrary, it has torn further n further apart. How am i to trust someone who herself doesnt trust anybody else n respect others privacy. Someone who is suspicious n hides things from others. The things behind my back. It feels like being stabbed behind several times. It really hurts. Deathly pain.
As the years go by, my hunger for freedom grew continuously.. gradually.. until when i reached a certain ripe age.. it spurt. Kinda like a kid going through puberty. Frantically clawing out of the darkness to the light not too far away, to get out of the home tt i feel so out of place. To get out n exp life the hard but sweeter way.
I used to be sensitive, both ways. Aware of wat's going around me n at the same time sensitive as to how to approach pple n their emotions. But wat i have gotten is nothing but getting taken advantaged n trodden all over. There was a period of time, other things got piled onto the mess. That was when i had my 1st bout of depression i guess. Behind close doors in the confines of my room were tears, agony, pain, screams n blood. Why cant i rip tt heart of mine. Wat's the use of such a damn piece of muscle. Why cant i scar tt face since i dun like wat i see in the mirror. I hated myself.
No more. No more to all the unfairness on myself. I've remained sensitive to the surroundings but become brutally frank n pragmatic in handling most things.. both as a form of defensive mechanism. Sb were to put me down, fine.. i'll juz pick myself n move on n not dwell on self-pity. I've single-handedly rebuilt my self-esteem n confidence n ego n i will protect them with extreme fervour. Is like the world is laughing n taunting at me n I managed pull myself together n hold my head high. My hard-earned achievements. My prized possessions.
I value freedom above almost anything else. Selfish hunger for it i must admit. To the extent i dont like to feel tied down. It didnt help tt the girl i love ( or loved.. havent gotten it figured out yet.. still processing) required alot of attention. I guess i've kinda have a phobia of women getting to close to me emotionally. I'm too tuned to liberation to have my wings clipped.
Dun get me wrong. I have nothing against females. Not like Heng@ to the extent of anti-male. I do enjoy female companionship. In effect, majority of my closest pals r females.. pple whom i could talk anything under the sun. Companionship is fine but anything more kinda makes things complicated. I've told her many times tt i value freedom alot but she is the sort who had lots of attention all her life. N i feel tt my space have been made narrower n narrower to the extent of suffocation. I had to break free. Years of confinement has made me claustrophobic, not the physical sense if u get my drift.
I know i'm selfish n i do not like it at all. But i'm not happy. I dun wish to break her heart coz i've gone through a heartbreak b4 n i would rather forget abt it. But knowing full well tt it's unlikely it's will last forever, it's not fair on both of us to continue. No fair for her to waste her life n youth on a possibly hopeless relation. She deserves sb who can give her the amt of attention she needs. I cant give her the happiness she seeks. It's sad tt an almost 2-yr relationship to end this way. BUt i guess it'll be the best for both in the long run.
I feel i have changed. I'd lost most of my innocence unwillingly. To protect wat's left of it, i've become a somewhat heartless brutal creature. Pragmaticism has ruled over clouds of daydreams n sensitivity. Self b4 others. I may have become emotionally bankrupt. A monster. I would not like to, honestly. But i am forced to.. i had to. I need to..
I dunno why wat made me post this, knowing full well perceptions of me by the online community might change after this. Maybe this forum seems warm n comforting. Kudos Rhonda n Bear n other mods. Great job. My apology if this irks u guys. Juz felt like expressing myself. Thx. Feel kinda at ease..