It’s been tough – listening to those who have gone through what they had gone through, knowing how they felt because you had also gone through it yourself.
It isn’t easy.
Over time, I learnt to realize that these situations are normal. However, how one chooses to perceive and accept it is subjective. To me, it is absolutely unfair. But I did it anyway right? Listening to Jack yesterday night and the sound of Lydia’s sobs today really broke my heart. It’s like reliving those memories and self hatred over and over, and over again.
It set as a self reminder, yet also a mocking.
Honestly, I absolutely fucking hate it.
I keep doing everything wrong.
I always loved rainy days.
For some reason, it calms me. Listening to the pitter patter of these tiny water droplets against the windows and rooftop. How nice would it be to just indulge yourself over soothing music and a cup of your favourite drink while it rains?
But somehow rainy days also bring out the worst in me sometimes. Overthinking and dark thoughts seem to loom. The ones I push away always seem to make themselves back to me on days when it rains. But it’s alright, because I always get through it, no matter how troubled.
Don’t get me wrong though; I don’t like it when there’s thunder and lightning involved. That’s just plain scary especially when I’m home alone, lel. It’s always the ones with the heavy drizzle but somehow always peaceful.
Now, because of someone, I always think of him when it rains too. Because he can’t go under the rain or he’ll get sick and it makes me worry if he went under the rain on a rainy day. Stupid boy, always making me worry about you. But I must also thank him, for making my thoughts a little less gloomy and my days, a little more looking forward to.