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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



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Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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Remember why you stopped ,
Wednesday, April 8, 2015 | 9:30 PM


So if anyone has noticed my latest whatsapp status update: "Remember why you stopped", here's what I was thinking when I wrote it.



Remember why you stopped relying on people. You cannot expect people to be there for you when you want someone desperately. No one is obliged to help you, to care for you, to always pick you up when you fall. Don’t forget your disappointment when there was no one there for you, remember it, so that you won’t be dependent on people and go through that loneliness again. Remember why you decided to be independent.

Remember why you stopped telling other people your deepest secret. Remember how your own story spread unexpectedly behind your back. Keep in mind that, “Only a few care. Most are just curious.” Don’t forget that raw and exposed feeling you felt when you confessed your innermost worries and how hurt you were when all you got back, were unjustified judgmental accusation. Remember why you decide to protect yourself using your white lies.

Remember why you stopped depending on guys for comfort and affection. Always remind yourself that loving yourself is sometimes more important than having a guy to love you. You do not need a guy’s love to make up for the lack of family love. Don’t forget that most of the time when you do this, it’s not what you’re looking for, it’s not what you deserve, and that it leaves you more broken and empty than complete. Remember why you stopped chasing after useless guys and maintaining meaningless relationships.

I was debating between using "Remember why you started" (for entirely different reasons obviously) but I chose "Remember why you stopped" instead because I prefer the negative connotation that the latter phrase brings. I was feeling slightly pessimistic while I was updating my whatsapp status last night due to reasons that my brain suddenly cannot recall but.... Yeap! Don't say I never say why I wrote what I did ah. ... Oh wait I remember why I was feeling sad liao. But it's super embarrassing now that I think about it so I'm not gonna share it afterall. Hahahhaha. Yes I'm a bitch like that. Hahahhaha. :p
P.S. If I meet you, I will tell you if you ask.



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