histories.memories. that how i were.maybe how i am.but not going to be how i will be.
i was socially deprived. i am not proud not merely satisfy with the way i interact with another human being. late bloomer can be the term but not the best to describe how i was. upbringing played the main role in the charade of mine.
the not to be indulge neither to be forgoten. its sweet.its bitter. after awhile, the feeling gone. as how it was hardwired, brain learn by experience. misinterpretation happen. its not to avoid,but to do it better.its not to forget,but to get over it.
went through 2 failed relationship. took a year to recover from the 1st one but almost none for the 2nd. now i realize,i didnt do it because i want to.i was poisoned by society.i made believed that its how it supposed to be.reality, i better of on my own. not to hate them.but to 'love' them. tenderly.
but.all of this is the pass.this is how i was.i get over it.and now the time for new me.improved me. better version. the best in the making...
"the past is not your potential"
-aCe-
-aCe-
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