Okay,new post! I know my English is bad and I'm terribly sorry for those who have read my blog..Plus,I created this thing for one purpose and only one,to let them know how much I miss them..That I will always love them for the rest of my life.. True,life here in my hometown isn't so bad cuz I have my family and some friends at school..But I still misses them because we used to live under one roof which is at the hostel,we woke up together,walked to school together,had recess together,even slept together and almost everything that we did in our everyday lives,we did it together.That what makes our friendship special and I know that we realized that our bond are tighter than we think..Besides,frankly speaking,I've never contacted any of my old friends after graduated from primary school unless they contacted me first.After I met Faqie,I thought that this relationship is just the same like the others,but when I moved back to my hometown,I realised that I began to call her every week and if I wasn't thinking of her conditions and mine,I would call her every single day right after school!She is special for me,because she was there when I needed someone by my side the most,sometimes I thought she was just like me when I was a kid.Most of my friends are easily predictable and had this sides of optimistic,happy-go-lucky,naughty,a little bit funny behaviour and all..But her,she doesn't have those sides,in fact,the more I know her,the more she looks like..me! not by face or physically but emotionally,through the way of thinking,psychologically and I think that's why we seem to understand each other more than anybody else..because we are the same..
Healing and re-healing and more fucking healing.
Here we go again, trying to heal through a variety of childhood traumas. Buckle the fuckle up, I guess. So, my childhood was sprinkled with violence as much as it was surrounded by love. That's what you get when your parents never went to therapy for their traumas and subconsciously fucking up their children as a consequence. The only reason I could find myself forgiving them for their parenting mistakes is because I know they never meant to, and they are aware of what their mistakes caused, and they are actively trying to fix and understand our pain. Not every parent is like them, I am well aware, and I also know that their mistakes are not everything they are to me. There is a huge difference between parents who consciously and knowingly hurt their children and parents who just made mistakes. For all their mistakes caused my childhood to retain damages, they also tried their best to show me love in the ways they had never been shown by their own parents, and I appreciate t...
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