Journey In Journals

" I need space."       When I first heard those three words, it felt as though my whole world came crashing down. I never thought that a day would come when my boyfriend would ask me to give him the time and the space to think about the relationship's arguments. I panicked. I called him, texted him, and even tried video calling him but to no avail. He did not respond in any social media platform either. My brain was in a total mess.       I cried, sobbed and wept, hoping that he would come to my house to find me but he did not. At that moment, I was engaged in a battle. Who knew waiting would be this difficult for me? The number of negative thoughts going through my head, the amount of anxiousness I felt, and the feeling of losing my insanity - all in one package, I have experienced it.       I was afraid of being abandoned. I was afraid that if I wait for him to respond, he would wander off and disappear. My mind was cons...

My Past, My Comfort      Once, there was a girl. She was always in a corner. The corner of her room, of her parent's room, of the kitchen, of the MRT, of the toilet, and of the classroom. Why is she always in a corner? Does she love the corner of every room? Corners to her were her home. It was a place where she could cry, hide, and feel safe. Why safe? Because there was two walls and ground to build a stable fortress to shield her from her nightmares.  She always dreamed about getting attacked by people, used by people, and ultimately, abandoned by people. She was scared and built that fortress. The fortress then became a space where she felt warm and comforted. She felt very safe to the point that she began to create her own world - a world where justice prevails, evil falls, and true love always wins. Soon, that world she created became her reality.     As time went on, she turned thirteen and met some new friends. However, she realized she could ne...