So mad at myself with my terrible trust issues and my judgements. :(

It's scary to come home to have you suddenly cry.

It's scary to come home and do some things and hear you scream and all these things.

It'll take time but I need to learn patience.

i would have made an ugly korean girl.

{♥}

*o*

oh yeah oh yeah

yesterday, studying like a slacker.

today i am eye bag monsterzilla teenager. -squint-

BITTER AGAIN

maybe you were the person you were so long ago. maybe as a child i couldn't even see that.

so naive. so shit naive.

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throw all these things away

they don't matter anymore

you could make somebody's day

but you just choose not to

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sigh, feeling so nauseated emotionally today.

what i feel is not what i know.

Dear emotions, I won't let you overwhelm me again. I won't let you win this night.

I think I'm losing a friend. I don't know. But it doesn't mean the right to mull all night. I'm tired.

bruised and battered

but You never left me.

i came across this photo i took of this post on tumblr in one of my files.

"Everyday, I fight back the urge to text you or talk to you. Telling myself that if you wanted to speak to me, you would."

oh well, as a fifteen year old and stuff, you didn't get it. and i'm glad you didn't.

God broke my heart that day. He didn't really. He just showed me that if i continued to do what i wanted to do, i would be so hollow inside.

you didn't know initiative. and i can't stand that. i can't stand that.

i really can't. after that day with you, you took a week. a week.

if i still liked you then, i would have already drowned in endless thoughts. oh well.

now, i realised how wrong you were for me.

ah. well.

who needs a guy anyway? i'm a teenager!

i'm back to that phase of being a bad friend. helpless again.

nothing i can do. you won't tell me what's going on.

you read but you don't reply. who do you talk to?

who are you with?

hah. nobody knows. have you found somebody else who understands?

maybe i just don't get it.

just sayin'

be glad.

honestly, if you were still in singapore, i would have already killed you with my words.

you have to stop wanting things and even though, you were burying yourself in that state of self-pity, look at yourself. look at what you have now.

i'm glad you're happier now. you are happier now.

stop wanting, you should just stay still and realise how fortunate you are despite all the unfortunate things that have happened to you. be glad because you know somewhere else in this world, someone else is having it worser than you do.

and i'm sorry but it's unbelievable that despite all your complaining and self-pity, you got what you wanted. and you deserved it. but doing what you did, i wish you were the kind of person who would have persevered and said instead,"i'm happy with what i have and you know what? i'm going to do by best with all i have."

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i want a surprise party on my birthday

but if i know it's a party then it's no surprise anymore

just sayin'

road two.

God is so good. So good.

Don't challenge.

stop trying to interfere with my life from afar.

why do i try so hard when it all falls to deaf ears?

we've gotten so used to offending each other at home. it feels like the norm.

oh well. .__.

having a really shit mood swing now. z_z

and i'm being judgemental and all, it's not a really nice feeling.

urghguh, i want to go shopping.

stop running away.

i cry and cry and cry and cry.

what's the point anymore?

URGH RANT

i had a really bad day today.

my dad yelled at me for coming downstairs late and then he was screaming at me how time was really important to him and all. and all i wanted to do and say,"fine. if all that matters to you, why do you even bother anymore?"

i feel like i have a knack of pissing the people i really love off really easily. really. really. easily.

you know why? he ended up rambling how my mum felt that i treated my home as a hotel. he says i never talk to my parents and i never tell them about my life and what i do in church. you know, i never thought they actually cared. maybe my eyes has been closed all this while but i never realised, maybe my dad was right after all. and this thought popped in my head,"hah, me, take initiative? why not you?" i don't know. maybe it's the generation gap. maybe i know that i tried before and i just, i just gave up. ._. my dad never really listens sometimes and all he did was feign attention and that did it for me. but even if i don't try anymore, nothing will happen.

i'm mentally tired out right now.

i frustrated my maths teacher today. she made me cry with her words and then she finally went,"Don't you see my frustration? I don't even understand how you got into my class!" that did it for me. i was constantly fighting back tears and telling myself,"don't cry, please don't cry. don't cry." and she kept shooting me.

"How Joelyn? How are you going to continue with this topic?"

"How?" "You're one of the three failures."

"How?" "How come you cannot even do simple mathematics?"

"Why this one you also cannot solve?"

"You've failed every single maths test the entire time last year."

shit. i failed the current two this year.

and then before i knew it, i just started to cry. it was terrible.

and she was kinda shocked, i guess she didn't think i would cry. she said i improved but it wasn't good enough. i was, wait, i am still failing. and she calmed down bit but she told me she had to push me hard. you know what, i hate maths. really.

maybe i made the wrong choice when i was doing my streaming at secondary 2. i should have gone to the average class. i should have done art instead. what was i thinking? yeah, i was failing math and then i was getting Bs for math but everyone else in my current class were getting As.

and i'm like, heck yeah, okay, fine. it's just a setback.

i cried. my teacher discouraged me and hit me in the place where i was trying to keep it together for so long. i nearly cried last week because i couldn't get maths anymore. i don't know.

the rest of the day went okay. i walked in the rain.

the amazing race went great. i had a good time.

then my mum told me my maths teacher called.

and exploded. she wants to ground me. for a long period of time. i honestly want to retort. i honestly want to scream,"Don't you know how hard it is? Don't you know I really want to get tuition but I know I'll just burden you again? Don't you know I hate failing your expectations and you don't get it anymore and I cry?"

who cares if i cry? who cares?

go away. you'll never get it. everything always looks too easy for you.

i'm probably just another ranty teenager. .___.

i wish i could drop out of my class. i really want to.

i'm still figuring things out.

i still am. tonight, i sat alone in the park with God and i just talked to Him.

and i sat there, wondering what's up with me and life.

i'm really tired right now. i feel like i have nothing to care for tonight. my eyes sting.

i got to know my goliath tonight.

ok.

ok.

ok.

ok.

i feel like distracting myself so my paranoia won't get to me.

i feel like distracting myself so i wouldn't think and write stupid things.

who am i in your life?

i don't want to think of giving up whenever i see or read things. or when you do things.

no.

ok

"With everything, we will shout forth Your praise." - With Everything, Hillsong United

Dear God, thank You for saving me 365 days ago when I was a terrible wreck and I had so much shit in my life. Thank You for Your grace and mercy, even when you broke down those walls and opened that door of my heart. Thank You for being there for me when I needed You and when I shed so many tears or when I was mad or glad or confused. Thank You for hearing out my random questions and at times when I say silly things. Thank You for Your guidance and even despite all the setbacks and all the mistakes I've made, thank You for still being there for me when You knew I was making a mess and when I was doing the wrong things.

and when i fought with unbelief, God, thank You for Your reassurance that You are real.