When I was deciding to take this course, I aware that I would face a lot of struggles. I purposely choose this course as I know there's only one campus in the entire Malaysia that offer this course, which is in my current campus. I was driven to choose this path as I know this is one of the ways for me to grow and be matured, separated away from my family. I think 1 year must be enough for them, for that 1 year, I was portraying a bad son, maybe in some ways, I did disappoint them. I thought I wanted to be away for about 1 year but I just couldn't. I mustn't be so selfish in this situation. I know they love me, sometimes I just feel so embarrass to be called as their son after everything I did. However, I'm trying to always be a good child that they deserved. It is just the matter of time that I'll be completely healed and have a confidence to carry the responsibility.
As I expected, these days would come. I'm really afraid. But I cannot form any word to describe the feelings or define any thought in my mind. I'm just afraid. I don't have anyone here. Everyone seems so busy with their own life and I sometimes, understand that, but sometimes, I don't. Whenever I think that I am completely healed from the past, there will be a second thought saying that I am pretending to be healed. This fact circulates in my mind almost every single second. It drives me crazy. This is the only and main reason why I am so afraid to start a serious relationship or to fall in love....perhaps. I wish I don't have to bear the feelings as it is extremely torturing. People say, it's not wrong to love someone. But for me, I think I've committed a serious sin in loving someone. I don't know what happened to me, some kind of love phobias I think, if this ever existed.
Besides, living here without any inspiration from someone that I love once upon a time is like living in a desert with zero oasis. For this I mean my bestfriends. Last time, to keep me in fire and spirit, I always have my special friends next to me who would always correct me when I was wrong, paint my days with all beautiful colors, pour all the thoughts despite all the awkwardness and fill me when I was dry. Ironically, these will always be a memory, cannot be bought or discounted, only can be played by my own single brain. Do you guys still remember last time when I was super depressed, I would remain silent, isolate myself and update my blog every single day?.. I wish you guys still remember that. Right now, I don't do these all, I don't know whether it's a good thing or what. It can be both.
My studies... so far I don't find any problem, except for Computer System (I don't like it). I can catch up the syllabus and thanks to 1.5 years of A-Level. And I have been so busy lately with my course association. I'm not sure whether it's a good thing or not. This is the cost for being one of the highest post, well I'm not the one who elected myself..screw you democracy! I have to sacrifice a lot of times, A LOT OF TIMES. Until to the extend that I wanted to burst. I didn't have my quality own time. I didn't have time to read my favorite novel. I didn't have time to watch my favorite variety show. I didn't have time to teach one of my friends here in which I've made promises to lighten his burden even before we started our life here. Thank God, I'll be quite free after this and I have no idea on how to redeem all my precious times. I wish I could and I would try my best.
Anyway, I should stop whining. Whining won't fix anything. I guess I should change my attitude. I found myself so messed up lately and my world turned upside down as if a giant hurricane had invaded my territory. I'll pray for the best, nothing more nothing less.