Reflecting Pool

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They say she’s a control freak.

But they don’t understand what she’s been through. They don’t understand her need to control every aspect of her life, to note everything down, to keep a well-maintained diary.

A plan is a sense of order, a sense of the ordinary process of things, of normality and routine. They dont understand.

It’s to keep her from spiralling into uncertainty. It’s to keep the insanity at bay.

Everything must be just planned, down to the last minute.
  SnowJin / 23d 13h 26m 12s
I do not fear death. I fear losing the ones I love. I fear abandonment.

I fear dying alone.

Sometimes I feel strong, like I've got it all figured out, as if everything is going right for me. And then there are times like these, when I feel as if I'm alone on the surface of the moon.
  SnowJin / 40d 11h 11m 56s
[i It's not about the diamonds or cars, the branded names that mean nothing. Aren't you tired of the over-indulgence?]

There is a freedom to this erasure.
  SnowJin / 52d 11h 53m 35s
I haven't got time for drugs.
I haven't got time to get smashed every weekend.
I haven't got time to relax.
I haven't got time to not get my shit together.
I haven't got time to be a hot mess .

I haven't got time to tidy.
I haven't got time to breathe.
I haven't got time - every week flies by, Friday is always just around the corner, and the weekends melt like cotton candy on tongue. I don't know where they go. I don't know what I do.
I do know I'm flying through a hundred books this year, at least.

I feel like every moment is lived, yet time disappears and I don't [b feel] every moment. It's like a dream. Suddenly you're at the front of the house, suddenly you're on the train, suddenly you're at work, suddenly you're at home, suddenly it's Monday, suddenly it's Thursday.

Where are my days in between?
Where was September and August? July spent in Europe feels like a dream. I find myself needing pictures to document - to remember. Like evidence. Proof that I was really there.
  SnowJin / 86d 1h 6m 48s
Tempted to change my username today.
People change names for one reason: to start over with a clean slate.

Sometimes that's how I feel in life. I can admit it here.
I'm always in two minds - like I have two spirits living inside of me, wanting entirely different things.
Security. [i Freedom.]
Love. [i Independence.]
Stable life. [i Adventure].
Material things. Job. Friends. [i Escape. Dreams. Peace.]

[size9 I cannot leave the life I have willingly shackled myself to. I've thrown the key away after all. [i You [b did] pick the castle and happily ever after, my dear.]]

[size9 Chin up. Life isn't too bad.]

[size8 Can I just say though, I'm in denial.]
  SnowJin / 205d 21h 20m 36s
Got in touch with my school friend whom I had left on bad terms. We made up. Truly happy I got the chance to mend the bridge.

Life goes on. I feel happy - got good friends, great husband, loving cat, budding career path. I am very lucky and blessed to have made it here.

I never thought I'd say that I love my life.

How did I come to this mindset? It's a mix of 'death can happen anytime, to anyone, at any age', and 'what have you got to lose?', and 'what if this is the only life you have, what if there is no after, shouldn't you be living your best life?'.

All of these things motivate me. I don't want a life filled with regrets, anger, pointless drama and arguments. I can't say that we can exclude sadness, because sadness comes with happiness/joy - nothing is permanent, our attachment to things/people brings sadness when we lose them. I'm working on that attachment thing.
  R e a l / SnowJin / 211d 39m 32s
Reading old blog posts.
Looking at old pictures.
Bringing 2010 to the present with me.

Knowing I made several mistakes. Understanding that falling in love wasn't one of them. Hoping that she is okay, somewhere out there, that she has gotten stronger and lives a better life - despite me.

Here's to living another year. Carpe diem.

I don't fear death, but I am always - have always been - aware of its presence in the air around me. That is why I wish to live before I die. We never know what the future holds. We can't sit back and let misdirected content wrap us in its sleepy comfort.

[center Live. Now.]
  R e a l / SnowJin / 218d 22h 37m 33s
My imagination running rampant - my hands itch to write again. To carve stories out of my mind. But I don’t know if I have the time. I know that I am well out of practice.

Maybe soon.
  R e a l / SnowJin / 266d 12m 39s
My one passion is travel.
To know the world is so huge - to be one dot amongst billions, trillions. There is a comfort in this cradling.

It is because nature doesn't care, it doesn't feel, doesn't complicate-
It just is.
It exists in all its wonders with no apologies - fierce, sublime, breath-taking in all its glory.

It would not speak to me in a language that I would understand, it would not judge me, it would not spite me, it would not single me out to hurt me. It doesn't care if I'm ugly, awkward, unsuccessful, depressed - it doesn't give two shits and that's what I love about being surrounded by it.
  R e a l / SnowJin / 284d 21h 39m 24s
A warm summer afternoon - spent inside.
Thinking - no, reminiscing.
Send in the clowns.

An endless, immobile, still warmth coming from my windows. My cat, silently wandering, inquisitive mind - no worries come to her.
How can one feel heavy and weighted down in this beautiful summer afternoon?
And yet I do.
Feel like I'm slowly turning to stone, concrete statue - soon, I will lose all feeling.
Detached.
One pod through space, endless space. Silent space.

No more searching, just drifting.
  R e a l / SnowJin / 289d 23h 46m 50s
As I'm getting flabbier, I sing Kelly Clarkson's [i I'm a Whole Lotta Woman]. Gotta feel badass while I gain them tyres round my belly .

I blame this ever cloudy and rainy British weather. Yes, it's true. It's always raining. Except for a brief dream in summer where we complain about the heat and humidity, cuz its never hot enough in Britain to even consider installing ceiling fans.

My mother-in-law said she likes girls with a bit of meat (compliment?). Well honey, when you got genes like mine - you need constant heat to keep a girl like me looking flawlessly thin. Ahem ahem. Forever will I be green with envy at Western women's legs - tall, thin, glossy, flawless . Ah, just listen to me get superficial and giving a shit about appearances.

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I mean, you could be anything and everything. Catfish. Fear of commitment. [i Strong] fear of commitment. Trauma from past relationships. Self-hate, depression. Lack of self-worth. It's not that you lack self-esteem, but you just don't see yourself worthy of love - and I've had a hard time being in a relationship with a guy like that. Sucked the soul out of me - and after a while I got tired too. I mean, I will often and probably always think of you. Whatever the image of 'you' I imagine you to be.

I want a life lived, life worth living, life in pursuit of happiness.

Not once in all the times we've spoken, have you expressed such a desire.

Or perhaps I've forgotten. But how can I forget.

Speaking of memory - I have a thing where I forget things..I'm bad at remembering shit. People show me photos and I don't remember being 'there'. People tell me things that happen and I don't remember experiencing them. People tell me things I've said or things they've said to me, and I don't fucking remember any of it. I don't know what it is. I'm afraid. Is it my brain shrinking due to stress, depression and all this cocktail of fucked-up feelings inside me?

There isn't a particular part of my life specifically that I'm forgetting. It's spread sporadically across my history - from childhood to teens to adulthood. Maybe it has something to do with the lack of Vitamin D - less sun, less exercise, less brain flexing its muscles?

"Will you still love me when I forget everything?" I said to him.

Will there come a time when I cannot differentiate between what's real and what's not? At least I haven't started 'remembering' things that aren't real. I just forget things. Like how much you hurt me. But not how I've let go. And not how I still wish for your happiness. Even if you catfished me. Heh.

[i [size10 You're not the only one who's tired, love.]]
  SnowJin / 1y 47d 16h 27m 33s
Someday in the future, when this site finally closes down
Will be the day the story of you and me turns its last page
The day the leaves fall and all becomes quiet.

Are you alive, are you okay - or at least, carrying on?
I hope so.
I know now that looking won't give me answers.

I don't have enough words.
You'll always have a part of me.

Bit like a phantom limb. I reach for this every now and then.

ES, you've seen and heard so much.
  Liora Medley / SnowJin / 1y 130d 18h 20m 53s
Avoidant and Anxious personalities. Mix these two together and you have a recipe for disaster. That's what we were, really.

I'm still anxious but I've become more secure over the years. I've fallen in love over and over again. There was too much dark in my reality growing up - I had my head in the clouds at times looking for an escape. Then reality would bring me down, and I wanted to die. I wanted to be free. I wanted to live. I have bad days and good days. I wonder if it's my short temper, all this balled up anger - that's saved me. That's pushed me to move.

I am not content. No one knows for sure how long we've got, whether we'll come back again. Most likely we've all just got one shot at life - one lifespan to experience the entire world. And I don't want to waste it. So I'm moving forward, inhaling it all when I can. Sometimes I still get depressed, huddle in my bed, cry and cry and want to die, feeling like I've lost all hope. These moods come and go. Today I want to run, a ball of restless energy sits in my belly. I want to spread my wings and I want to move, I want to dance and awe people. Our bodies are so amazing.

But I wonder if you're still running away. If you're still uprooting yourself whenever someone gets too close, if you're still pulling yourself away and shutting down communication. I wonder if you still exist, and I wonder if you'll ever let yourself love.
  Liora Medley / SnowJin / 1y 238d 23h 2m 49s
You ever feel like you don't know how to grieve for people who aren't family? People you aren't close to but whom you've interacted with, laughed with, who helped you and you helped them, who have been your friends or just slightly more than acquaintances, people you've wished happy birthday, people you've been happy for.

When I was 15, a boy in school had a crush on me. He hung around me a lot and I got annoyed, I wanted to stay friends. He died in a road accident that year. I didn't go to the funeral because I didn't know whether I'd be allowed - plus I didn't know his family and I wasn't of his religion. His closer friends went. I've always felt guilty somehow, because I rejected his advances. I wasn't very nice when I got annoyed. I wish I had treated him with more kindness. I'm still very awkward with the being nice thing.

Wei Teen, who I met while working at Starbucks. We hit it off immediately - she was bubbly, vibrant, very lovely person. She gave me a picture on my birthday - of me in my Starbucks uniform, smiling at the camera like a child. I was in the UK when I heard of her death. We hadn't spoken in a while - both pursuing our degrees, in different countries. She had just graduated, and also just celebrated her 23rd birthday a few days before her death. At the time, I was in shock, I just couldn't believe it. How could someone as bright as her die? I didn't know how to grieve, how to reach out to her family so that I could pay my respects when I went home to visit. Sometimes I think I'm over it, and then days like these come along and I find myself crying in the office. And I feel silly for feeling so much emotion.

This year - my kind neighbours from back home died in a fire. I was in the country when it happened, mum and I heard the news from my sister. I had only just seen Uncle a few days earlier - but didn't stop to say hi. They were very nice people. Survived by a daughter who is still in college. Again, I was in shock - but I didn't cry. Today I am crying a little, because somehow it's decided to hit me in the gut at this moment. I don't know how to deal with it - I don't know if I am supposed to feel so strongly, but I do and I can't do anything about it.

So I write it all down in remembrance and some sort of grieving process. I don't want to talk to people about this because I fear they will find it awkward and not know what to say. I also don't want to worry or sadden others.
  SnowJin / 1y 289d 23h 56m 26s
I still.
Think of you.
But not in that way.
Or only in that way.
An imprint you can't erase.
I think of how we met - that offhand moment - and I laugh.
Did you imagine..?

I want to remember you in happiness.
I won't forget the pain, but I have somehow - along the way - learnt to forgive. Learnt to let go.
And I refrain from reaching out - because I know that's what you want.

I am happy now - imagine. Five years ago, and I wanted to die. Well, even more recently I'd still have thoughts of dying - I felt so trapped, so unhappy and I had to take drastic measures to get out...heh. I am still kind of in shock - like wow, I've actually found happiness. I've ticked a lot of things on the 'I Wish' list. It's a bit like climbing halfway up a mountain and taking in the view before you - just having a moment to enjoy your progress so far.

I reflect a lot on the past still though - I can't help it, it's how I am. I still think of you, and I still wish for your happiness every time I do.
I can't help but feel a little conceited whenever this happens though - thoughts of [i Does it matter what you think? What, you think your wishes matter to him? You think he cares?] crop up. Honestly it doesn't matter, I just want you to be happy.
  SnowJin / 1y 294d 22h 12m 38s
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