I have to apologize to my body, for what I’ve done to it over the years. Never thinking twice of what it would do in the long run.

I also have to apologize to my mental health. For sticking with people who put me through a mental hell too often.

I’d like to apologize to my life for choosing all the wrong people for all the wrong reasons and wasting the best years of my life making bitter memories.

In life, sometimes you come across a man. Who’s a little bit of everything. A little bit of a lover, a little bit of a mentor, a little bit of your compass, a little bit of a heart breaker, someone who guides you through your life and helped you grow. Maybe not with the best intentions, but when you really needed a shoulder to cry on, there he was, to hold you and make love to you. And that was just what you needed. I suppose. Yet you end up broken anyhow, because what they are to you is never what you are to them. Fragile, lost, unwanted. There was really nothing attractive about who I was other than my face.

And years later, I am thankful. For letting me in every time I showed up at his doorstep in tears. For the times I refuged in his bed because the world outside was a horror. 

What I am not thankful is, for having to learn that all girls are pretty girls and you are not any fucking special. But the lesson I am thankful for even though I cried all the way home. 

If it weren’t for you, my world wouldn’t have been the same. You helped me and while doing so you messed me up even more. But, so nice to have met you.

I need a moment, a moment to unsee, unfeel, unlive and to let my invisible tears dry. It was going to be a no you year. Not your face, not your name, no you altogether.

No, you did not deserve it. NO. It is not your fault. No. Just NO. 

I am sorry this happened, but people who love you won’t love you any less just because of what happened, or what he did to you. No. The world will not always remember, but you will never forget. And don’t expect people to make excuses for your poor decisions because of something that happened. We are all naive and too trusting before we learn our lessons. You will never be okay, I am sorry but you must know. Give yourself time, a lot of time. Don’t dwell in what you can’t change as that would only weigh you down. You are still beautiful, but now you are a warrior. 

Nobody is born fucked up, we are all born children. Children who learn and grow according to what they have been shown and taught. And one day, you are 24 you begin asking why, what have I done for it to be like this?

Maybe it is too late to ask this. Maybe I should’ve reflected on my life when I had the chance to do something about it. But not everyone is lucky enough to have a clear perspective on their lives. I certainly wasn’t. It was either too much for me to even begin thinking about it or I did’t have the courage to let things sink in. I was shattering with every chapter of my life. I had to shake off the feeling and pretend it didn’t happen. I couldn’t go on any other way. It was either cry about it or do something about it. And I did. I did so many things. But none of those things are things I would’ve done in my right mind. And when you are here, right where I am today. I don’t think you would trust yourself enough to have the right mind. 

Someone is responsible. A lot of someones. Here is looking at you, all of you. Thank you and just fuck you, you know what you did.

You’re bullied into thinking you are not good enough. The first person whom you trust outside your routine life breaks your trust and heart. And you spend next good months wondering why, it is far too long to wonder why someone decided to not be with you. When you are fourteen, full of innocence with nothing but love and have done nothing wrong, you can’t help but think you weren’t good enough, or beautiful enough in a world full of other million beautiful and good people. 

I remember distinctly the first time someone called me a whore, her exact words were “low life whore”. This came in via text, from the woman the first guy I went on a date with was in a relationship with. I was fourteen and had no idea he had a girlfriend. Her words and his deception could be where I began to look down on myself, with no fault of my own. And as I grew, more people gave me reason to believe so. 

I have no words for what today has been like. Today was like any other day except for a few minutes I lost my self. I disconnected entirely. People were talking to me and I heard them but I couldn’t quite grasp their words which lead to irrelevant answers. I was just dazed for a few minutes which was followed by another hour and a half of anxiety and trying to calm myself down. Male’ makes me anxious. And on top of it, I, someone who defines my self worth completely on other people’s behavior towards me, being treated like I was nothing added another bulk of stress. Toxic environments are what ruins even the healing ones.

That was today. Today wasn’t special.

Resolutions are a cliche way of tricking yourself into believing okay, once you make it a statement things change or help change.

So, this year, for a change I’ll list a few.

I am going to read more books, be more kind, let go of some ghosts from the past. Also get help if necessary and accept that what’s happening right now is the life I will live. Focus on self worth, get help for the dark voices in my head, treat anxiety & paranoia and learn to trust and be around people. And again, be kind. I hope to not hurt anyone this year, yet again that doesn’t mean killing myself trying to please everyone. Also, I hope to not let anyone have the power to shatter me, anymore and make the best of what it is.

I am not going to hope this year turns out better, I am going to make it. I know it won’t happen itself.

All these years of damage, all the wars I’ve fought finally caught up. I am what’s left of me.
Can’t trust anyone. No one. Not a single soul I can count on. Do you even know what that feels like? It feels like you’re alone in a world full of people. People who’ve betrayed you and let you down and yet you’re stuck with them because they are all there are. It sucks so much when the people you love let you down obliviously without no clue as to what you’re inflicting upon the other person. Or it’s all in my head. But I’m not just imagining this. Devils whispering into my ear 24/7. I can’t ignore it and tonight I just want to die. Or vanish. Anything that will take me away from this reality of mine, permanently.

I know I seem like someone who would never get tired of writing about her heartbreak, truth is I didn’t even realize that that’s all I’ve been rambling about until someone pointed it out to me. And I’ve only done that because that’s the one thing that has entirely changed my world around. First I was so invested in it and because I wasn’t able to express it the way Id like to and so these words became my messages to the person. And now it’s rusted memories I write in wake off. I am not a writer, I vent. I vent my sorrows on web because people are such shit things. Or even if they aren’t there isn’t anyone who can make the other person feel better by being there for them because half of them don’t care and the other half are secretly giddy that you are miserable. And the rest that fits in between are the reason you are miserable. The world has become so crappy that you will not find genuine concern from another, unless it’s fueling them in someway. The ones you love can truly break your heart, be it family or friends. And I’ve had my heart broken by all of them. 

Its not the heartbreak that lasts. It’s the emptiness which follows the tragedy. See, there was a man who you could’ve died for and then one day he doesn’t exist in your world anymore. Whatever the cause, the love given remains forever in debt. 

I was a hopeless romantic. From one person to the other giving bits of myself hoping that yep, this just could be it. I miss being hopeful. Because now I know, I was just stupid. You keep loving until you run out of love, and from there on you’re a shell of the girl you knew.