almost start tonight's entry with the predictable lines when one got out of love:
my life whirled to a stop and suddenly everything before me lies meaningless and i'm standing here out of place and lost.
well, almost.
just like i almost got out of the relationship-again.
18 years of my life, dealing with a temperamental mother; who will suddenly scream at me just after caringly (and sweetly) tell me that there's food in the kitchen; one might think that i've grown and learnt to deal with relationships better.
no, i still cant.
not even when i see with my own eyes, how my dad always manage to damage the relationship each time i carefully build with him; cos he cant express his love through a better way and cut down the authoritarian methods he uses in his family.
and, not even losing friendships after friendships.
no.
i used to think that maybe it's not my fault.. everything happened the way it did cos i'm unfortunate to always meet people with this or that 'error'.
tonight struck a weird note on me, i want to truly sit down and analyse whatever that had happened between him and me just now. i really want to know what i had done wrong, if it's really someone else or it's just me all along.
but even so, i cant help coming up with reasons of why i had behaved this or that way.
i mean, i cant exactly just take all the blame when i do know that there's a reason behind something i did wrong right?
or maybe i should?
i'm confused.
and something reminds me of what i said in my profile in my friendster:
i'm someone whose tempermental self n egoistical pride often get in the way; thus ruinin relationships.
i mean, having that said doesnt make it justified that i can behave in this or that manner-of course. but it's ironic how sudden the words i had used to actually described myself, dawn a new meaning on me.
there must be something about myself that i have to change.
but now, i still cant pinpoint my own shortcoming.
well anyway, back to almost losing the most treasured relationship in my life now.
he suggested a break up cos he was furious with me. in my opinion, the matter started because being my own blur self, i didnt think of informing him what should have been important for him to know. and thus caused some trouble. and when i asked him to call to tell me what exactly had happened, he lost his temper after explaining.
i'm really someone who lives without a brain once i'm upset. and truly, i'm upset with him scolding me over the phone. i'm upset each time he starts scolding me of cos, and being me, i just want to shut everything out cos at that point of time, i thought since i'm working i cant deal with whatever he's putting me through. i ended the conversation with a rubbish solution that i had blurted out of anger and would have slammed the phone had i not been using a handphone.
and there, he suggested a break up.
i'm geniunely heart-broken i couldnt help but cried openly at the open space of the pushcart i was tending. it was embarrassing but at that point of time, i could think of nothing but to cry. silly as it may sound. i just thought that all of a sudden, there's no meaning to go on working anymore. no point to carry on sitting at the lousy pushcart and trying to stay awake and serve every bloody customer even when i'm so totally not in the mood to even smile. but all that for the one golden night of memorable happiness i wanted to give, i didnt mind. it's silly of course, i speak of these now, especially in such a situation, i might seem as though i'm bragging of the sacrifices i'm willing to do for love.
if that's what you think, all i can say is that i'm honestly not bragging or purposely putting this in so that people might think that i'm this perfect girlfriend willing to do anything or whatsoever crap. i'm just trying to emphasize on how i felt then.
oh but what the heck am i doing explaining myself silly.
fuck it.
and fuck my thought of wanting to run across the busy road and let the cars have me.