My hands are trembling and I am short of breath. I am once again haunted by this reckless feeling that I could not control. This anxiety bordering to verge of depression coming from this deep hole inside me. Something is not right. I don't know if it's the weather, the surge of emotion, those insurmountable things I've been coping with lately. Equally, my lack of emotion share in the same frustration. They said that getting back to this feeling of love and affection is a choice inevitably tantamount to opening my heart again. But you can't just simply open your heart. You have to steer clear of the danger. These feelings of sympathy or compassion or softness were never healthy. I have to stand my ground and if there is anything that I value more than my composure is my strength to take it all in. I'm a sucker. I suck everything in. I'm like a trash compactor of emotions and unattended pain. On the surface, everything is alright, and every mistake can be fixed, every action can be undone, each wrong thing naturally goes back to its course. The truth that I was not ever prepared to accept was that I was also a living time bomb, just like my estranged sister and my ever hostile self. Everyday, when I think of her, I am reminded of what I am. Of what I've become. I'm not exactly a good person, I was never the better person. She is. I'm too careful and un-trusting. I never trust people and I always feel that there is something more to someone's actions than what they show. In my eyes, everybody has a motive, everybody has a goal. But this is life right? Everybody wants to achieve something. Or is it just my ambitious self clouding my conscience? For all the years of hardship, the failures, foolishness, I've learned my lessons. You can never trust people. You can't even trust your feelings. Sometimes you can only trust your instinct. Because often times, it never goes wrong or it gotta be somewhere within the proximity of the truth. My emotional self hijacking has been pretty much my system lately. I hold on to my composure but at the same time it destroys me from within, and I'm the one who can feel it far worse than it can show. I've known better than to share my feelings to others. People do not really have good judgment, all they have is judgment, judgments can be dangerous things as well. If you let it in you, you lose everything. I don't know. Fuck my brains.
My hands are trembling and I am short of breath. I am once again haunted by this reckless feeling that I could not control. This anxiety bordering to verge of depression coming from this deep hole inside me. Something is not right. I don't know if it's the weather, the surge of emotion, those insurmountable things I've been coping with lately. Equally, my lack of emotion share in the same frustration. They said that getting back to this feeling of love and affection is a choice inevitably tantamount to opening my heart again. But you can't just simply open your heart. You have to steer clear of the danger. These feelings of sympathy or compassion or softness were never healthy. I have to stand my ground and if there is anything that I value more than my composure is my strength to take it all in. I'm a sucker. I suck everything in. I'm like a trash compactor of emotions and unattended pain. On the surface, everything is alright, and every mistake can be fixed, every action can be undone, each wrong thing naturally goes back to its course. The truth that I was not ever prepared to accept was that I was also a living time bomb, just like my estranged sister and my ever hostile self. Everyday, when I think of her, I am reminded of what I am. Of what I've become. I'm not exactly a good person, I was never the better person. She is. I'm too careful and un-trusting. I never trust people and I always feel that there is something more to someone's actions than what they show. In my eyes, everybody has a motive, everybody has a goal. But this is life right? Everybody wants to achieve something. Or is it just my ambitious self clouding my conscience? For all the years of hardship, the failures, foolishness, I've learned my lessons. You can never trust people. You can't even trust your feelings. Sometimes you can only trust your instinct. Because often times, it never goes wrong or it gotta be somewhere within the proximity of the truth. My emotional self hijacking has been pretty much my system lately. I hold on to my composure but at the same time it destroys me from within, and I'm the one who can feel it far worse than it can show. I've known better than to share my feelings to others. People do not really have good judgment, all they have is judgment, judgments can be dangerous things as well. If you let it in you, you lose everything. I don't know. Fuck my brains.
I'm Gixx. I started this blog two years ago when I tried to go about my insanity through documenting my musings in the night. I am now 21, graduate, again studying in law school, and I am still floating and fleeting from my existence and unconventional personality and way of living.
I maintain at least five websites but this is where I write about anything random. I read a lot of books. I love travel and I'm a sucker for zeal and wisdom.
I like to take risks. And that's where I learn. Then I write.
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