Mrs. Words

We keep wondering if things could be different for both of us. If time would be more convenient. If he and we actually end up together, instead of looking to each other from the other side of the road.  Either it's a not yet, next time, some other time, or even one day in the near future, there's nothing wonderful and joyful in being someone's almost. we experience a lot of almost in this so-called modern-day dating. Where the two of us could talk so deep, having lots of undeniably fun time together and it feels like we know this person for years. Then it's just gone. Vanished. It's like both of our head gets struck by the pavement and wake up not remembering anything. He can easily decide that we're not his person anymore and move on to find another. Almost is when the two of us lay in the same bed together but realizing the fact that this connection we just build goes up the roof the minute you walk out through that door.  Almost every almost-relationsh...

For people with anxiety, there's never a one fine day. I wait for bad things to happen. For bad omens to show up. There was never a good that lasts forever. Things will always fall apart. A relationship would always end. People would cheat. Friends would leave. Sky will turn to grey and rain will heavily fall on that garden party you already prepared for three months.  Things never come easy for me. Whenever I finally talk about my feelings to someone else, I eventually feel glad that something coming off of my chest. But then I realize that I am involving other people with my unnecessary problems and wondering whether I causing them too much problem because of my story. I often wonder whether I should keep those problems to myself and do I scare the people with my problem--due to my overthinking that I am apparently telling and revealing too much of myself. I've dealt with anxiety for as long as I can remember due to my childhood trauma. I was raised in a condition...