You’re so selfish!! :(

All you ever think about is yourself. You’re constantly wanting attention like a spoilt child. You’re meant to be a grown adult. I’ve also noticed that you always hang out with us both, but separately. Even though you b**** to me about her. Even if she HAS said anything bad about you to me, why would I even tell you? I probably wouldn’t tell you because it could cause arguments. You expect others to put in all of the effort, but we don’t get anything back from you. You tend to just stay in the distance, without letting any of us know what’s wrong. Are we meant to guess? Not all of us are mind readers. I have often wondered why you can’t hang around with us both at the same time. That’s why I’m beginning to wonder if it’s you who is actually the divider. You’ve been to her flat many times and made video’s with her and at of other stuff that you don’t even bother doing with me, so don’t go playing the “No-one cares” game, because it’s getting old. Also, you ran off with our supposed “mutual” friends without so much as a goodbye. I felt abandoned when I came back into the room to find that you just took off. You’re not much of a friend. I will.never know why I bothered taking up your offer of hanging out with you. If it was just to impress the support staff, well there you go, job done. What more is there that you could possibly have to say to me? Thanks for the very short-lived friendship [a few weeks]. You only do this to me, but you treat the rest of your friends here differently. I don’t think you understand how much it hurts my feelings. I’m not sure what you can ever do to make it up to me. I had abandonment issues and I still have trust issues, and you made out like you will definitely “look after me”. Your words, not mine. Oh well. If you’re just some flash-in-the-pan kind of “friend”, then you’re the kind of friend I really don’t need in my life. You can’t expect others to just approach YOU if YOU never approach THEM. As for reaching out, that’s still more or less the same thing, but you don’t even reach out to me, but you expect me to reach out to you. You can’t expect effort back without putting effort in. Oh and I’m so sorry about thinking about my own life first. Actually I’m not. Until or unless you come out of your overly dramatic woe-is-me phase, then I think I can at least begin to understand, but how can I if you’re not even talking to me anymore? What am I supposed to Think?

All I want

All I want is a baby. A beautiful bundle of joy. I’d take it into the local park and show it how beautiful nature is. I’d expose it to every new experience a baby should have. I can teach it how to stand, how to walk, how to read. I’ll play silly games (with educational purposes) til it passes out from exhaustion. I can watch baby shows ad nauseum and giggle alongside. I’ll always be understanding; babies don’t understand much, so yelling or being mean serves no purpose. We can go shopping, and pick out whatever cute baby clothes my baby wants. Pancakes every morning. Juice boxes on command. All the problems in the world, they don’t affect babies. They’re just happy and silly no matter what. My own life, no one cares, not even me. But that little baby, I can put everything I have into supporting it and showing it the best ways as best I can. Babies are the ultimate form of human life, it just goes downhill from there. And I want one. That’s all I want.

Old me

I miss the old me. I miss myself. I miss who I truly am. I never thought that my joy and hope for life would be stripped so easily from me. I thought I was strong. I don’t know if I can look past this. I hope someday I can find my centre again but for now I am just a broken compass.

Dear Stephen,

Why does it still feel so wrong that I’m still down here on earth, while you’re up there in heaven? It just really makes no sense to me. You passing away from cancer made sense, but when I had such a strong soul connection with you, I can’t fathom why after three years of being yours, you had to depart this earth this soon. I just feel robbed of spending more time with you. I feel like we should have had a few more years left to spend together, but it’s okay, because I understand that given the amount of physical pain you were in, you just couldn’t hold on for much longer. I have to be okay with that. I know deep down that if you weren’t so riddled with cancer, you might have been given a bit longer to stay alive. I will never get over how nice you always were. You can’t possibly be regarded as an ex of mine, because we never broke up. You passed away, so I am not sure what that means I call you now. Ha ha. Hope you’re having fun up there. Don’t eat TOO many Jaffa Cakes while sat at that magical afternoon tea, up in heaven. Otherwise, I might have to kick your a***, once I meet you once again in the place we call heaven.

He just stands there

He just stands there, the man from church. The last time we saw each other he almost said something to me. But he always stands there. Looking. Quiet. Small smile on his face. Like does he like me or not. Is he married or not. If he is I won’t mess with him because I don’t need that kind of drama in my life. Yes, I like him but the way he’s acting makes me feel unloved and unwanted. I mean why can’t a decent guy just act normal around me without making me anxious as to whether am I delusional or not about him. Like I get being shy or extremely shy but it does a weird number on a girl when you never know if the guy is interested or not or whether married or not. It hurts a lot to have a guy act like that around you only to find out he has someone in his life. Like what the hell, I don’t need this. But he just stands there, looking, quiet, small smile on his face. Will he ever speak to me, if not it means that he was just playing with my feelings and he has someone in his life but just wants to see if he can still fish in the sea. Mxm, very frustrating. Still, he just stands there, looking, quiet with a small smile on his face.

Spooky

Recently I was in the middle of a binge on Squid Game with my husband after a large amount of our circle of friends hopped on that visual entertainment train. Occasionally I like to pick a character from what I’m watching to do an art study with. This time I chose player 001, the old man with the brain tumor and I used a still from the marble episode Gganbu (best friends).
The timing was unfortunate on my part. I showed it to my girlfriend hidden in the comments of a Squid Games meme she posted , only to find out the next morning that one of her best friends , a young mother and wife that had been battling a brain tumor for years passed away within hours of this exchange.

I think of Sae-Beok and Ji-Yeong and I’m crying.