Have you ever feel that you have a lot of things to say, but never able to find the appropriate moment nor place to talk about it? I do, and alot of it.
These 'untold emotions' are gathering inside me. Of course, it isn't easy to let it out. Why is that? It's because we humans always think what is good for us, what is comfortable for us. As much as one hold in their deepest emotion, there is almost no way to let it out without some way of compromise. Nobody want to listen us rant, admit it, you also did not want to. It's depressing, it's painful; and so many of us would just turn around from this mass of toxic and would just drown ourselves in entertainment instead of facing it. And when the fun end and we once again face another hardship, we will start reminiscing the previous pain and ended up hurting more.
No, I did not expect for others, strangers, to read this post; but if it do and it happens to be you, congratulations as you are now reading my true self. I wish to not hold anything back nor censor anything, because otherwise there is no way to tell all this without hurting someone in a way. Yes, I am a person wearing a mask. A persona. With mask I braced myself everyday, trying to match myself with the other masks. Human are always wearing a mask. And this is why I fail to understand human. I tried so hard to appease them, but yet I could not understand them. Be your true self? That is only a joke. Try to be yourself and in the end you won't be accepted, because your true self will never fit with them. It's like a masquerade ball, you can never join the dance without the mask.
And so, welcome to this musings of despair. If you would like to read a more positive read, without any malice and hatred, then, please, with due respect, turn away.
For this is my sanctuary, to release all these thorns which I could never pass on.
