Anywhere, I would’ve followed you.

I reached my hand out in the darkness. My fingertips touched a cool, smooth surface. Lightly tapping on the surface, I realized I’m behind a glass wall.

Dim lights came on on the other side of the wall, bright enough I can just about make out what is there on the other side.

A little boy was getting beat up by his peers… I watched in horror as his peers left without saying a word. The boy stood up and slowly walked along the glass wall, oblivious to my presence. I walked with him, hand trailing along the cold glass wall. I watched him slowly grow up with bruises. I watched him as he get verbally attacked, I watched him as he enclosed himself in a box and became more quiet. I watched as he curled up in bed and cried himself to sleep.

I want to help him. Whenever he stops walking, I sit down on the other side of the glass wall, sympathetic thoughts filled my mind. I want to let him know I understood. I wanted to give him a hug, and tell him that I am here for him. I watched him for a long time, like a movie slowly unfolding through a one-way glass.

Today is Christmas Day. He is 22, has recently moved out to live by himself, and is the first time in his life to spend Christmas alone. He sat on his bed, with a hollow stare to whatever is outside his window. I sat here looking at him, until he looked over to my direction. Staring straight into me. I raised my hands and gently pressed them against the glass wall, trying to mentally comfort him while looking him in his sad eyes. As time passed, I slowly leaned forward and looked closer at him. I see tears in his eyes as he gradually stood up, and walked towards my direction without breaking eye contact. He stopped in front of me and looked down to me, then steadily sat down. I looked at him intently. He looked like he was searching for words, before opening his mouth,

“Say something, I’m giving up on you.”

I gasped inaudibly, as it slowly dawned on me that he might be trying to talk to me.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you.” I replied.

I watched him as tears fell from his sad face. He put his hands on the glass wall.

Up against my hands.


Thank you to Pentatonix and Jasmine Thompson’s versions of “Say Something”. Tonight I have cried to both versions and I really, really needed that. I also did feel a bit better after writing this.

Everyone’s Hurting.


“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.”

–Bob Marley

[Currently Playing and Slightly Inspired by: “A Little Death” –The Neighbourhood]

It hurts.

It hurts to think. It hurts to think what everyone is going through.

Everyone’s hurting. What we’re going through, what we’re all going through. All sorts of things others simply cannot imagine. Going through an obstacle course of our own. Maybe we could put on a smile. Put on a smile and be nice. Maybe we could try harder, try harder to let them have a better day. Try harder to make each other smile, cus everyone’s hurting.

…but who cares? Who cares what others think, who cares what others feel? Some are selfish. Judging, venting, bashing, hating, insulting. Their own feelings first and foremost. Negative comments fill their minds.

Where is love?

…but some escape. Some escape from themselves, escape from their own worlds, escape from their own feelings. It’s easy to fake a smile and live on. Lacking self-love, hurting themselves more.

Where is love?

Everyone has secrets nonetheless. Secrets so dark and deep we never share. Secrets so dark and deep they eat us inside and out. Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve had enough. I’ve had enough of how others see me. I’ve had enough of being someone else’s puppet. I’ve had enough of listening to judgments and complaints and insults. I’ve had enough of all these. I’ve had enough.

Where is love?

Final countdown. Final countdown to seconds spent in this room. This moonlit room.

I am in position. It’s going to take a while, but I’m ready.

I am ready.

Where is love?

Hope + Funeral

This was done in merely 20 minutes maybe. I went to a meeting for the creative writing society at school, and this was a writing exercise. The writing exercise was to choose one of these combinations and write about it: Hope + Funeral, Singing + Rebellion, Grief + Wedding, Joy + Snowing, and Uncertainty + Hiding. Mine was not really good, but hey, why not share it nonetheless. LOLL They also said they hadn’t expected this interpretation of Hope + Funeral, guess my mind is always messed up or summin’.

(Oh, and I also read out Tomorrow Will Be Kinder, they liked it, and gave some feedback as well. They said they hadn’t really expected the ending, and they liked that it had a happy ending. Thanks. 🙂 I am actually thinking about doing a video on reading the story, maybe people will like that…?)

There was also a really weird idea raised during the meeting, is that: God is a teenager playing Sims, and we’re all his Sims. :0

Well, here goes…

Everyone told me to move on. I did have preparations for this, but just how would I move on with whatever that is happening out there?

We had to kill her, we just had to. She was dying, a slow painful death. The problem is, if she was to come back again, she would turn into a zombie, or…one of them, and try to kill us all. I knew I had to do it, even if she was my girlfriend. The gunshot still echoed in my head.

The day was quiet and quite gloomy, and the funeral was simple, burying her in some mud and having speeches from a few people. It was kept short since we had to move on soon.

We heard a faint rumbling sound from afar. It alerted everyone and we instantly stopped what we were doing. Someone guessed there might be a storm coming, and that could be bad since we can no longer travel.

The noise got louder, and we heard clearly this time. They were noise from helicopters. Even if they are not heading this way, we know help is on the way, and this nightmare can finally end.

…and yeah, I’ve been watching quite a lot of Walking Dead gameplay. 😛