These past few days, nothing fits and guilt keeps coming back to me.
For sixteen years, I have lived and I have enjoyed life. Yes, I still may not get the whole potential of it but... I think for the majority of people in this world who got it worst, I am pretty lucky.
Everyday, I got food ready at the table, waiting to fulfill my greedy appetite that makes me gain weight and be round. I have all the time in the world. I was just binge-watching my favorite Korean dramas in Netflix or Viu all day, not caring that I could have used up my time by cleaning and learning and doing stuff that is with sense and not indulging my craving for some fantasy that makes my cheeks turn red and satisfy my love for the Korean Wave.
But what can I do? Everything was so weird and I was so confused that I even not know how to think! For months, I've been forced to come back to the reality that hurts me. I kept running for years and I kept blaming everyone about how fucked up I am, which is so weird because how did it become their fault? It was me. I am the one who is weird and the one who accepted the twisted way of processing and expressing myself as a human being, because what can I do?
I've never felt. I've never realized and absorbed pain well. You can say that I am an optimistic girl, but the truth is, I wasn't. It was all weird because I couldn't process pain well. I couldn't feel pain and that's why... I couldn't really relate to it. Because I am fucked up. I am both a twisted reality and a distorted truth. And frankly, I am scared.
But it has been a while, I hope things will change.
When I was 16
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