Holidaying alone doesn't help. When night falls, I am all alone in a souless room.
I have thought it would lighten my memories and cheer me up. I guess I am wrong, again.
On the way up to the hotel, I stopped by FamilyMart, bought a pack of Marlboro and a lighter, after my lonesome dinner.
I haven't smoke for a while. It felt good. Unfortunately, it also brought back sad memories, and an adrenaline load of mixed thoughts and emotions.
Now I finally feel the need to get what I want to say, out of my grieving heavy chest.
Yes. Now.
I desperately need a listening ear, but I do not want other humans to know who I am.
I want anonymity.
I want to scream at God.
I want to punch Satan in his face.
I want to stab Jesus in his heart and do a kungfu panda kick at Mary's womb, so that she miscarries and I can laugh out loud.
Exactly half a year has passed following her demise from uterus cancer and I still have difficulty in forgiving God.
I just want to scream out loud.
It felt like with a stroke of His Almighty Pen, He gladly signed the death sentence of her Stage 4 uterus cancer at lightening speed, from diagnosis to cremation. In a space of one and a half months, she didn't even have the time, or a chance for bodily or spiritual redemption.
The Evil God took a young and beautiful lady away from me, separating our hole-and-corner union.
Now, whenever I am down and out, I would still frequent our eating destinations in Singapore and overseas which we both like, but of course I am now alone, just like today, for the sake of memories and remembrances, of the good and healthy times, when we were together, in our clandestine union.
I wasn't always a sapphist.
I still don't believe I am 100% one.
I fell in love with boys in Victoria Junior College and National University of Singapore. I also fell for men when I was elevated into the working world.
I wasn't disappointed with men. Never. Ever. They come and go, through the revolving relationship door until one day, she came into my life, in a Yoga session when I was holidaying overseas.
It was a different experience.
As time passed, I discovered better and effective partner communication, similar likes and dislikes, shopping, gallivanting without worrying whether my other half will be bored or become frustrated, and most importantly, there was never a fear of pregnancy, which would inevitably ruin the hush-hush lovely two-person-world, that we hid ourselves in without the world knowing.
So F**k God. F**k You.
You are evil.
PS :
I definitely feel better now. I guess that's why a forum's anonymity is important for speaking one's heart out, loud and clear.
Nobody knows me here and nobody will. Eventually, what I have spoken here will be lost in the gargantuan load of threads and posts.
And last, but not least, Marlboro do taste good today. I haven't touch it since her cremation six months ago.
I have thought it would lighten my memories and cheer me up. I guess I am wrong, again.
On the way up to the hotel, I stopped by FamilyMart, bought a pack of Marlboro and a lighter, after my lonesome dinner.
I haven't smoke for a while. It felt good. Unfortunately, it also brought back sad memories, and an adrenaline load of mixed thoughts and emotions.
Now I finally feel the need to get what I want to say, out of my grieving heavy chest.
Yes. Now.
I desperately need a listening ear, but I do not want other humans to know who I am.
I want anonymity.
I want to scream at God.
I want to punch Satan in his face.
I want to stab Jesus in his heart and do a kungfu panda kick at Mary's womb, so that she miscarries and I can laugh out loud.
Exactly half a year has passed following her demise from uterus cancer and I still have difficulty in forgiving God.
I just want to scream out loud.
It felt like with a stroke of His Almighty Pen, He gladly signed the death sentence of her Stage 4 uterus cancer at lightening speed, from diagnosis to cremation. In a space of one and a half months, she didn't even have the time, or a chance for bodily or spiritual redemption.
The Evil God took a young and beautiful lady away from me, separating our hole-and-corner union.
Now, whenever I am down and out, I would still frequent our eating destinations in Singapore and overseas which we both like, but of course I am now alone, just like today, for the sake of memories and remembrances, of the good and healthy times, when we were together, in our clandestine union.
I wasn't always a sapphist.
I still don't believe I am 100% one.
I fell in love with boys in Victoria Junior College and National University of Singapore. I also fell for men when I was elevated into the working world.
I wasn't disappointed with men. Never. Ever. They come and go, through the revolving relationship door until one day, she came into my life, in a Yoga session when I was holidaying overseas.
It was a different experience.
As time passed, I discovered better and effective partner communication, similar likes and dislikes, shopping, gallivanting without worrying whether my other half will be bored or become frustrated, and most importantly, there was never a fear of pregnancy, which would inevitably ruin the hush-hush lovely two-person-world, that we hid ourselves in without the world knowing.
So F**k God. F**k You.
You are evil.
PS :
I definitely feel better now. I guess that's why a forum's anonymity is important for speaking one's heart out, loud and clear.
Nobody knows me here and nobody will. Eventually, what I have spoken here will be lost in the gargantuan load of threads and posts.
And last, but not least, Marlboro do taste good today. I haven't touch it since her cremation six months ago.