if u ask

Im not asking for extravagant things

I just want you and me
in a cafè,
or simply anywhere would do if you dislike coffee,
talking, chatting and laughing about our life

Is it too much to ask?

(Yes, it is)

I want to but im so messed up right now i dont want to bring you down with me i dont want to bring anyone down let me down here by myself.

 

 

‘Please come’
‘Lol its so far’
‘Youre so lazy. But its far indeed’
‘Lol you admit it’
‘Just for once’
‘You really want me to come, dont you?’
(Yes, so bring yourself here please)

 

(lol nope i know you cant come even if i force you and i dont want to force you and i dont want you to come to be honest)

don’t let things hurt you

You may think that you’re useless but don’t ever try to kill yourself because you might be the reason of someone’s smile today. No matter how bad you are, at least there’s one person who feel happy with your existence. Either your family, friends, crush, partner or even random stranger you met on the street.

It’s hard to think that way when you feel like you’re hitting the rock bottom of your life, but let’s try. Let’s try to learn to love ourselves in simplest way possible. Let’s try to make ourselves happy.

 

I’m sorry if I can’t be a good friend when you need my help. I know how hard it is, to feel suffocated of the world, even though you’re alone in your bedroom. Cannot breathe because of your toxic mind, but you can’t cry either to ease your burden.
I know how it feels when you feel like your head is going to burst and you think you have to contact someone, anyone, so you won’t go crazier than you are now. How hard it is to explain your condition to your family and friends, simply because you’re afraid that they won’t understand.

I don’t know about you, but for me, even the simplest reply from people I care about can ease my problem. So you may not tell them how you really feel, but at least, get in touch with people can make you feel better.
I’m sorry for being the worst possible friend ever because I never ask about your feeling. I’m afraid if I asked you, you’ll remember how horrible it was and I don’t want you to feel like that anymore. I’m all ears though, if you need me.

Hey, if you feel better, would you please come out from your cave and play with me and others? we miss you. we’re worried.

Please stop thinking negatively, stop thinking that you’re the worst person in the world. You aren’t. You’re loved. You’re so much more than that.

(I told you that my spell is “don’t let anyone hurt you, only you who’re allowed to hurt yourself”, right? Well, if you let their words affect you, you lose. Don’t lose)

Advice for the Younger Me

Inspired by today’s ask.fm question. It’s pretty useless and it’s look like I can’t let go my past and regretting them (which is half true) but for me this question is interesting. I need this question.

So looking back, I know what I’m gonna say.

Dear the younger me in junior high school…
Okay, the thing is, you now in junior high school with different people from various background and attitude so try to fit yourself in them. Don’t force it, because in the end you will find them who will be with you till the end. You might go into some stupid fight with some of the upperclassmen but you’ll getting closer with 3 of them in the end. Don’t make a stupid promise such as not going to know the boys because its okay to be friends with them! Some rules are mean to be disobeyed but please do not take it too far. You can be a good student while breaking some rules. Go swimming, writing, practicing your speaking skill in public. Please do it. Improve your language skill because it won’t be a waste. Go out of your room, your comfort zone. Talk and listen to your juniors, smile to them, don’t let them said that you have a scary face. Appreciate your friends. Write a lot. Like, a lot. Your diaries will be your treasure, your oasis, when you miss this time.
Then when you fall in love, you will fall hard. It’s not love at first, but you will be with him anyway. Do not do anything stupid, keep your mind in the right track. Don’t be spoiled one. Remember you ain’t live in fairy tale like you always dream. Don’t force yourself to write it as your fairy tale. A relationship isn’t something like that, it’s beyond that. In the end, you will never regret to fall in love with him.

Dear me in high school…
First thing first, you will be grateful to get classmate like your 10th grade one. You will meet your old crush in elementary school but you still can’t talk normally with him even though you don’t have any feeling for him again (in note: go talk to him like you do with the other boys). You will find your study left behind people in your class so study harder. Don’t do drama. Don’t feed the troll. Embrace your hurt, let him go. Be friends with his friends and act normal in front of people. It’s okay to cry in first week but do not bawl every night until your eyes swell. You will like someone again and don’t do stupid things again. Let things flow. Talk to people your honest feeling. Do not shut your self out of people, especially your friends. Study hard and seriously, especially your EAP class. Go consult with the teacher for your future study plan or you will regret it forever.

I know I cannot go back but writing this post make me remember those time and I realized I should do better so the future of me won’t write the ‘don’t’s again like I do now.

A Letter for the Future

Dear my children..

Honestly, this is pretty cringey. Forgive me, I don’t even know when will I meet you, or can I have you.

First, thank you for being born. I might not be what you want to claim about best mom, but I’m trying my best for you. We cannot be the richest or happiest family, but we can be comfortable with each other. I want you to feel like home when you are home, not just a place where you have to go back after school.

How old are you guys now? Fifteen? Seventeen? Or nearly my age when I type this letter?

I apologize if I’m being protective, while my own parents, or your grandparents, were never being protective over me and your uncle. I’m a wrench inside, I’m scarred of losing people that I love. It makes sense that I always try to push people around me. I do not want to be attached. I did feel hurt, once, and I never want to feel it again. It was annoying and depressing. I was like a hindrance for everyone around me that time; my family, my classmates, my middle school friends. Pretty embarrassing to remember that but it taught me a lot of things.

You, darling, you will feel it too. You will find someone that make your existence meaningful, you’ll see the world brighter. You will smile a lot, being everybody’s best friends. You’re going to greet each of your friends good morning when you wake up and bid them good night when you’re on bed. You’re talking to people, to the world, to the universe with your sparkling eyes and mouth that keep humming love songs. You’ll smell like flowers. You create your own highlighter and blush that will make every make up company envy you because you are effortlessly beautiful. You’ll chant their name, his name, her name, every god damn time, every breathe, like they are your spell, your magic to live.

You’ll see them differently, like they’re the one who save you from the last apocalypse. I may be upset with you, because you are keep daydreaming on dinner and grinning at your phone screen. You won’t be home on Saturday night and you’ll make any excuse to see your loved one. It’s okay, I won’t forbid you. You’re allowed to be with the one you like, you love, you treasure.

But then, the storm come. At first, you don’t notice it. You’ll attend school as usual. You’re still smiling, laughing and joking. You still text your friends and hang out with them. You  still mention his name, her name. Yet one day you come home with puffy eyes then lock yourself behind your door. You come out just for meal. Even I have to force you to eat your meals. You stop watching television with me. You cut your ties with your middle school friends. When I thought you are alright, you burst out in school, in front of your classmates, who surprised about your sudden tears. You can’t keep with the lessons, starring at the wall like it would talk to you, like it would tell you that everything will be alright. No, you hate it when people tell you that. You push them away because they keep telling you things you already know. You just want him, her, back to your life like what they used to. You want things like what already were.You go to his school, wanting some explanation but you did thing you hate the most. Crying in front of him, showing him that you are vulnerable to destroy, exposing him that he already step on your pride. Then you see his face, you meet your eyes with his and you know. Everything changed.

Dear, I’m not telling you my story but I know one day you’ll face it. When you did, please remember you still have me. You can talk to me. I won’t judge you. I will let you cry, depressed, curse his name in your sleep. Then I will pull you to life. Tell you that you can’t let him see your wrecking side. You have to go up. Life is harder that breaking up. It’s tough. But with your first heartache, you will understand. You know the pain and life is much more rougher than that. You will get up, you will study harder. You’ll make me proud.

I can give you freedom as much as you like. I’ll give you privacy like what you deserve. You can ask me money anytime,  no matter how big the amount. I will give you, under one circumstance. You have to study and the money goes for your education. Remember, only education that matter when you died, beside prayer and good deeds. It’s good if you have band that you like or hobby or passion. But my dear, I’m sorry to say that you have to work your ass off to afford band’s concert ticket or a figurine.I won’t give you any money beside your allowance. Your hardwork wont fail you. Don’t be like me when I type this letter, please. You have to be better than me.

Please tell me when you read this, did I really do what I want to do for you? Did you go to pray for your own needs, not because I told you to pray or because you want luxury afterlife in Heaven? Dear, if you did so, please punish me. I don’t want you to be me, or some people, who pray just because it is a must, not because they need it. I’m learning it now. I want you to know your God, to interact with Him, because you need it. Not because you want some reward or Heaven. Let’s think it as a bonus.

Do you remember the thing that I always tell you since you’re little? Be good to anybody. To universe. You’ll be happy for that. Be someone who’ll give good influence to people around you. Do what you think it’s good for you and don’t forget the people in your surrounding. Don’t even think about reward. Their happiness is your only reward. Live with that motto, kid.

So, here. I’m going to finish this letter. So awkward. Yes. Your mom is the most awkward thing on earth. Am I still like that? I hope not.

Sincerely,

Your 20-going-21 years old mom who still figuring herself

June 13, 2016. 00:06 GMT +7