The things I otherwise would've said had you been more accepting.

You heard me. Self-love is a fucking trap. Don't fucking do it, man. Now, hear me out... there's nothing wrong with loving yourself. If anything, it's encouraged and it should be celebrated. No doubt. HOWEVER, most people would misunderstand what "self-love" actually means. Instead of truly loving themselves, it turns them into massively selfish assholes. Self-love is supposed to put emphasis on "love." It's love first and foremost. If you've read Twitter threads or some articles about self-love, chances are they are trying to teach you how to become selfish and entitled. Don't believe me? Go on and read some! Once you're done, come back here. I'll wait. Those types of literature pose a threat in which people would just stop caring about others, and I'm not saying other people in general, just the ones who truly matter . Ever heard of phrases such as "good vibes only" or "living my best life" or someth...

I suppose some people were just born... extra . For example, they would go great lengths to ensure perfection or whatever to their heart's content, and generally, people would consider that cute... ...and then there's me . I'm probably the most extra motherfucker you'll ever meet. Ask anyone who knows me well, and they would all agree that I'm either balls deep into something, or I'm not. There's no in-between with me. I guess this is what being raised to be the perfect child did to me. I want, nay, need to be the best at everything I do (or at least what I enjoy doing). This doesn't translate well to my interpersonal relationships. Not at all. Be it romantic relationships or friendships. I may come across intimidating or what have you, but trust me, I look after my people, and I do it hard. Either that, or if you happen to fall on the other end of the spectrum, I couldn't give 0 fucks about you, mi amigo. You can stab yourself in the...

In my head lives a maelstrom Unrelenting, ever so forbidding. It swallowed me whole, and I was certain that my days were numbered. It was not until I heard a soothing voice saying, “hush now, everything will be okay” “hush now” “hush now” ...or so I thought. It was an onslaught. For a while, it did keep me in check. For a while, it did keep me sane. Little did I know it would break my back. Little did I know it would drive me insane.

One way or another, humans crave interaction. Humans crave relationships. Humans long for companionships. It's just how our brains are wired, and although each brain is uniquely wired, it all breaks down into one single desire of being connected to one another. Just recently, a couple of hours prior to writing this, I decided to take part in the latest trend in Instagram Story activity: the so-called "A Meeting Between Breadfruit" social experiment. Basically, the idea is to challenge your followers to read your story till the very end, and at the end of it, they'd have to say something that reminds them of you, and in return, you'd have to say something similar. There's actually a template for this post, but I decided to make it my own by adding a little bit of personal touch, and it goes like this: "My name is Asura. A few people have (not) had the pleasure of knowing me, no matter when our paths have crossed. Some stuck, s...

I’ve spent my days pondering Over all the things I could or would do But I always ended up drinking I’ve tried to numb myself In hopes of saving myself from the demons in my head But I always ended up putting a heart on the shelf A part of my soul chips away as time goes by Bit by bit, chunk by chunk ‘Till there’s nothing left but a rusty heart and a faceless ghost I’ve spent my days wondering About all the things that could’ve been or would’ve been And I always ended up hurting And they say that time will heal, but oh no darling, I’ve learned differently As it goes by, time will reveal Time reveals and it will spare nothing Nothing Nothing at all It will reveal, yeah It will reveal, yeah Time will reveal And you too, shall heal

For the first time in YEARS, I finally feel happy. Like, truly, over-the-top, so-utterly happy. "But why?" You may ask... Here's the thing: happiness doesn't require a fucking reason to pay someone a visit. It just drops by. When it does, it's the best fucking thing ever. Or is it? Of course! Who am I kidding? It's 3 in the morning at the time of writing and I might post this later on if I feel like it, when , I feel like it. However, it's truly odd that I feel happy now. I mean, why now? I thought I'd given up my search for happiness long ago when I sold my soul to the Devil. For what? I'll never know, but I digress. I'm just fucking grateful for this feeling I've been longing to feel for such a long, long time. Far too long if you ask me. I thought I'd never feel alive again. Alive and happy? SIGN ME UP! Depressive phase what? I'm all about that sweet, sweet manic phase, baby. Aaaaanyway... Lif...