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We’ll live like a weed that perseveres through everything
rather than a flower that withers away quickly.
It's always my fault, isn't it?

Hello, I'm Jazel. I'm on most social media platforms as @JazelTWY. I have had this space since 2008, and I see it as a outlet for my thoughts, when short status updates or instagram captions won't cut it. It's a public private space, of sorts. Comments?


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I don't know how many posts I made that are of this matter where I feel bloody guilty.

It's all in my head.
I make myself sad.
It either starts when I see something that makes me unhappy and then my mood just gets ruined or I just suddenly become unhappy.

I guess the reason why I read angst stories are because I want to see someone suffer more than I do. And because I don't want it to be anyone in real life because that will make me feel like shit knowing that someone is actually going through that in real life right now, I want it to be a fictional character.

Is it sick?
I don't think I can handle myself feeling all so insignificant and start feeling guilty and all about brooding over things that don't even matter when every single time I read something of a horrible nature that happened to a person in the reality.

I don't want to feel that way because it just leaves this really constricted and tight feeling in my chest and all I want is to sit at a dark corner and stare blankly into space. That's the bad end.

It is something like running away, avoiding real problems of the world.
I know that there are millions, are even billions of people suffering in the world and they are having it worse than I do but I refuse to think about it because I will feel guilt.
I enter an alternate reality of the books or fan fictions I read and then whatever happens to the characters stays there.

Happy novels/fan fictions makes me wish that it happens in real life and makes me wish and wish and wish while knowing that it will never come true because those people don't exist.

Sad novels/fan fictions makes me feel all tight and constricted inside and somehow it makes me feel. good instead of wanting to just sit in the dark corner. That's the good end.
And then everything I read stays in that universe and that's that.

I desperately search for angst stories, that will make me feel that tight and constricted feeling that is on the good end.

I commented on something recently and the person replied with this:,
We enjoy reading angst because we are masochistic fools. We all walk into the angst with eyes wide open. 

That means I enjoy suffering, doesn't it?
It's almost like I'm finding a different kind of pain.
People cut, I read.

I always feel guilty and shit over things even when in the end it is not my fault.
And then I source out for angst things to read so it will be a distraction and I feel more sad but it will be because of the story than what I was upset over in the first place.

Last night I saw a tweet,
"Tell me what do you do when it all falls apart?"
The first thought I had was to sleep, sleep so you can escape from reality for a few hours.

And then I delved into that thought further.
That would mean I will be running away from my problems.
Like what everybody says, running away won't solve your problems.
And yeah I know that.
So I thought, would I be running away from my problems, or facing them head on?

I guess it will depend on the situation and problem itself.
If it's all too much and I can't do anything about it, I'm going to run, run away as far as I can.
A cowardly act, I know.
Maybe I will act differently as the years goes by.

I'm not sure if I'm making any sense.
Sometimes my thoughts don't get translated well into words.

I guess I have been feeling pretty unhappy for the past few nights.
And it's mostly because I make myself that way. 
It's all in my bloody head.




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