Reading my old blog posts made me realize that I’ve completely forgotten how to express myself.
I used to write about the silly and mundane things that happens everyday. But now I struggle greatly even as I’m writing this post. Previously, I’d tell myself it’s because of my deteriorating English. However, I’ve recently come to think it’s because I’ve lost my ability to “feel”.
Perhaps growing up has dulled my senses permanently. Change happens so quick and having to do so many things that I don’t even want to do just makes it worse. In the end I just tell myself, it can’t be helped, that’s what it means to be an adult.
I eventually stopped trying to process all the emotions, I guess.
Looking back, I think I was a stubborn, egocentric kid.
I wouldn’t say that I’ve changed. It’s quite the opposite. I still am a kid inside, but the way I handle things have changed slightly.
In the past, I would sulk if things don’t go my way, cry when I’m sad, lash out at people when I’m upset. But people expect you not to do that when you’re a grown up. You’re expected to know and understand that there are some things better left unsaid, and that there are thoughts that are better left unexplored.
I couldn’t be honest anymore, even to myself.
Bottling everything up doesn’t solve the problem.
Nor does writing, or singing, or drawing. I guess it used to, but not anymore.
So I brush it away, and leave it in the dark. So it gets forgotten.
Though, I wonder if it’ll crawl back again from the depths one day to haunt me.
Just like now.

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