Seeing posts about Sundown make me feel sucky about myself.

23th of July is when I’ll be having a mouthful of metal

To the 16 year old me

Hey how are you?

By now you should have completed your preliminary exam.

Is everyone around you going away from you?

Still emo-ing?

Cry frequently?

Well they do not know what are you suffering at home.

How is it feel like to be living under your brother’s shadow.

“Hey! Are you ___’s younger brother?”

How it feel like to be always command around at home.

Like a maid.

Threatening you your access to the computer.

Asking you to fork money out to share and buy things?

But end up becoming his.

Well I know they don’t know how are you feeling.

But it isn’t their fault.

You never discuss with them.

You vent it out on them.

You see them as your enemy.

Competitor.

They took your journal.

You don’t know what to do.

You hide and cry.

Again.

Hey.

You’re giving yourself too much stress.

You’re not enjoying your youth.

You only live once.

The memory of my secondary school life is blocked.

Being suppressed.

Life then was like…

Dragging yourself to go to school everyday.

Surviving each and everyday.

I was shaped this way.

Do I want it to be like this for the rest of my life.

No.

Thankfully that you have chose to go polytechnic instead.

And met new set of people.

A new beginning then.

You still haunt me sometime.

But.

It’s my life.

I know that you did not enjoy your secondary school life.

Let me.

Let me help you live the life.

In a not so serious way.

Catch up all the happiness that you should have in your secondary school day.

I don’t blame you.

Trust me.

I’ll live a life that is full of possibility.

You will just need to stop haunting me then and now.

Let’s just put in in the past.

Like where you are now.

Don’t feel bad. It’s not your fault. I do feel sad but I won’t know if you really feel bad despite me asking you not to feel this way.

… Ok I dunno what the hell am I talking about.

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