No matter how much you want to believe that once you got past a certain stage in the pain, it all just “went away”. But, honestly, we all know that the pain from the years before, the permanent scars that wounded and belittled our hearts, are still living inside us. There will be those days… Read More Into The Past
He said, “Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean it’s okay…doesn’t mean it hurts any less.” He said, “They just don’t understand you, but I do. I’m here for you. Ignore them. You don’t need them. You’re strong by yourself.” She said, “I’ve never seen someone in such pain. All I wanted to do… Read More “…sticks and stones may break my bones…” but words hurt either way
Can I be honest? I’m a first-generation college student coming from a pretty traditional Asian-American household. Instead of pursuing a career in the medical field like my many aunts and uncles, like my parents wish, and my older sister likewise, I am finding a place for myself in engineering and computer science. Let’s just say… Read More This Is Me…as of Today
It’s always been one thing to have parents against children on topics such as do’s and do not’s, curfew, television time, etc. but it’s another thing when the silent rule is to remain separate. A father who used to work nearly all hours of the day never saw his children as much as he would… Read More A House Divided
She sits by herself. Darkness engulfs her from all sides. The one and only source of light shines brightly from the corner. The light shines blue. She stares down at her hands. She is trying her best to hold it together. She is trying not to tremble. She is trying her best. But she can’t… Read More Her Best, Remembers
The memories. The photographs. The souvenirs. The dreams. The emotions. The memories. I look back to that year and think, “Wow. Just Wow.” So much happened that year. There were so many things going on at the same time. There was so much hope and happiness yet so much pain and torture. There was so… Read More BitterSweet Memories
The warmth of his arms wrapped around me starts to melt my stone cold heart. The sweetness in the words he says in forgiveness for all my sins starts to remind me that, as a human, I am bound to make mistakes. The adoring looking in his eyes start a ripple in the fabric of… Read More One More Time
“It’s not going to happen again” is what I keep telling myself but the fear that lingers, the doubts that hide, even the smallest chance of possibility rises from the dark and engulfs all the light. I keep telling myself, “I will never put myself in the position again”, “That will never be me”, and… Read More Life History
I don’t mean to hide my life from you…I just don’t want it to drag you down from the wonderful life you seem to be living and trying to uphold. I don’t mean to make you think I do not trust you by not letting you know what is physically wrong – because I know… Read More Revision (This)
From California to the New York islands. From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf stream waters. This land is made for [not] you and me. I finally got my life figured out. I finally got out of the mindset that I need your approval for every little bit and thing that I do. I finally… Read More This Land is [Not] Your Land, This Land is My Land
Last year was hell. She thought she had everything. A guy who loved her. A guy who knew her like the back of his hand. A young man who respected her and tried his best to understand her and be there for her. A young man who guided her and encouraged her towards greatness. A… Read More Never Again
A “label” gives information about us, right? It kinda defines us in some way or another, to a certain extent. It kinda tells the world about who we are. Label – (n.) a small piece of paper, fabric, plastic, or similar material attached to an object and giving information about it We are defined by… Read More Labeled. Tagged. Defined.
I’m figuring out my life, not walking aimlessly through it. I’m picking up the pieces, not just staring at the broken glass. I’m trying to heal, not always simply playing the victim card. I’m doing my best to get through, not purposefully shutting you out. I have a lot on my plate, not pretending to… Read More Just For The Record
I remember those days where screaming matches were the “norm” of my everyday high school experience. I remember the nights I knew I cried myself to sleep because I’d always wake up with my lashes dried together from the tears. I remember walking as if I were a zombie to all my classes, not even… Read More An Emotion(less) Blur
He broke her heart. He shattered her unlike ever before. After growing up until her teenage years going through life alone, she knew how to be strong. She knew how to make the pain go away. She knew how to lie to herself and make her think everything was going to be just fine. Too… Read More D.I.F.F.E.R.E.N.T.