There’s something about power, isn’t there? I’m not quite sure where to begin. There’s power surrounding me all of the time except, perhaps when I am back at home. To go outside is to face “order” from a bunch of people who possibly wouldn’t even care once I am laid to rest. See, I have a problem with power – with putting people on pedestals. It’s also rather funny because I only recognised this in my last year of high school. I was like, f**k it, why am I even here listening to all of this and obeying all of these rules? I should be at home on the…
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SELF-LOVE, WHAT’S THAT
Self-love is tricky – or at least that’s what it feels like for me. I think I’m slowly starting to accept that I fall under the “impatient” category. A long journey does not seem appealing – does it ever? And self-love is one journey that I feel I’ll be on for a long time. I’ve been stuck in a lonely dark hole. It’s mind-boggling how something that you cannot begin to explain to another person can come forward in front of you and block the “real” you. You know, the you that has a voice and an opinion like everyone else. Instead, this entity overrides you and you cower…
