"Why eat ice-cream at night ?!"
"That's the fun duh" π€ͺπ
Hey there, I hope you are doing well. I'm writing this post asking for a help. Yes, I need a help. I'm thinking of taking an additional language as one of the course for my university. The choices I have are French, Germany and Spanish. But the problem is that I'm not familiar with any of this languages. I understand that knowing an additional language will help me a lot in my future. But at the same time, I'm very worried about how I'm going to learn a language that is completely new to me among my never ending assignments and exams. I don't know what choice I should make. I don't want to give up on learning a new language but at the same time I'm so scared. Please help me make a decision.
Be Kind Be Brave π
You know that feeling of wanting to do a lot and have so much plan that you can even imagine yourself in the next few years but you just don't know how to or what to do to reach that place. I'm feeling lost!!
Like an echo in the forest π³
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Yeah life goes on
Like an arrow in the blue sky πΉβοΈ
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On my pillow, on my table π‘
Yeah life goes on
Like this again π
That was the strongest version of myself. This isn't the first time I was put in such as a situation. But this is the very first time I have braved myself to stand up and face it.
Because I was scared. I was scared of the answer I might be hearing. The thoughts as 'what if the problem was with me?' 'What if I have offended them with my words or actions', 'if more than two person are doing the same thing to me, then the problem must be really with me right?' All these thoughts stopped me from asking the all those questions I wanted to ask that many people. Because I didn't want to hear that I didn't gave my all into that friendship.
But, why do I have to cry over someone who stopped the friendship because her mother said so, someone who stopped the friendship following her friend, someone who stopped the friendship to move into better school and have better friends, someone who stopped the friendship for no fucking reason or because I chose to do a simpler question, someone who stopped the friendship because I wasn't up to their standard, someone who stopped the friendship because I was quiet.
Is that my fault you chose to be selfish and when you fail to understand everyone is different?
I gave you my all I our friendship. I laughed with me when you were happy, I was sad when you were crying, I was listening to you when you had problem, I said yes when you needed an help, I supposed you against my mom, i said just so you won't be sad.
i did things I am not okay with just because you said it would be fun, I wanted to make memories with you.
I came out of comfort just so I can be with you. Because we were friends.
But the prize I received in the end was to cry my eyes out every night.
All those days I cried to God asking why i couldn't have even one friend, am I that bad of a person, I forgot to thank him for removing undeserving people from my life. All the tears I dropped wondering why I am living such a lonely and cursed life, I forgot to realise that it was the better life than living not as yourself for the satisfaction of others.
I finally realised it today, a friend would never turn their backs on you for a simple mistake you made. And I don't need such friends too. Who expect me to change myself for them. Because I am never going to change myself. For a third person.
You don't leave a friend because you don't like the mistake she was making. Instead you correct each other and grow together.
It was intended. I did intentionally, with my sane mind I chose to stay in my home three more days. Do I regret it? NO. Never. I'm so glad that I was brave enough to make that decision. For someone who have no friend and had to spend every time inside four walls so far away from my comfort place, choosing to stay in that protection and familiarity of my home, never felt wrong. If the price I had to pay for that is missing out on an one-hour class, forty-five minutes of nagging, anger and frustration being thrown at my face or even bringing forth my childhood trauma that I try so hard to overcome, I am ready to accept that. Even if I do went back in time, I would still choose to do the same thing, perhaps in a different way but I would do it again.
I do not at all regret my decision. Not even a single percent. Not once at any point, I thought that perhaps I shouldn't have stayed longer. NO. I was safe and happy while being home. I slept well and ate well. I would never exchange it for anything. And no one has to understand this too. I chose myself and I don't have any regret for doing so. That's all matters.
yeah, the past was honestly the best but my best is what comes next
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