My Heart Hurts


Stumbled upon this beautiful park while having dinner in Foster City last week | Moments like these make me smile

As of lately, I’ve locked away some of my thoughts. I’ve refrained from writing because I didn’t think I could take on the full weight of articulating my words. And honestly, I feel like my profile is a bit too public; there are too many ways to miscontrue my words, and too little ways for me to guard myself.

In the spirit of transparency and keeping this medium real, here are some thoughts in regards to heartache:

  1. My brother leaving the faith continues to break my heart. It’s hard not to take it personally; if only I wasn’t so self-centered; if only I reached out more; if only I was just better. If only fucking only.
  2. Seeing my parents work so hard saddens me. I just want them to rest. I understand that they make these sacrifices out of love, but I wish these sacrifices had limits. It guilts me, it kills me, and in a twisted way, it infuriates me.
  3. I’m definitely a different person than the one writing a month or two ago. There’s been a lot of fulfilling (read: happy and proud) happenings since then — new friendships, achievements, rekindlings, and breakthroughs. But there’s also been change that I’m not proud of. The kindness and gentleness in me is increasingly being replaced by apathy and secular obsessions.

Some songs I’m currently listening to

Even When It Hurts (Feat. Hillsong United) — Mr. Jham:
Goodnight — Shoffy:
Let Me Touch Your Fire — A R I Z O N A:
65 Roses — Martin Luke Brown:
Heaven — Ailee [lmfao]:
Juvenile — The Blaze:
Leaving Tokyo — Fakear, Rae Morris:
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