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[crimsoncarcass]

Hello I logged in on 1/11/2021 by accident but here are some feelings

This is not the blog I wanted to find. This is not the one I thought I’d log into. This is not the account I hoped to remember or to write in, but my thoughts are important, my feelings are important, and recently pain soars through so much of my mind that I forget and shut down. It’s like everything leaves me, my mind, in a wisp of the wind, and the numb feeling of all those emotions of pain, hate, is all that is left with the tear thaat welled up in my eyes, that couldn’t drop for some reason. Why is it? That ever since Kuro left, I’ve stopped something inside that could still change and grow? What is it that I fucked up in myself to have a fake girlfriend, a fake romance, and fake emotions? I am lying to myself, I know, but about what? I can’t even tell. There’s nothing here for me at the age 24. There is nothing here in this whole world because I have hid myself from everyone, even myself, to the point that maybe there’s no way to open up again. To me, I have always separated, segregated, and kept them away; those people that cared and the friends and people who actually reached my heart-- even those people, are something that I try to erase from my heart every day. I try my best to open up physically, to be more present, to be more honest and to be genuine and myself, and yet, every few days when my repressed emotions surface, I find myself deleting myself, deleting the memories, deleting people, and in one way or another, distancing myself. 

Even when I look back on the good memories, I smile at it like a parent to a child, somewhere inside me, it says “We all grow up and leave some day”, and there’s a warmth behind all those words, but it sounds so cold. It sounds so cold to my soul that the tears that well up, sometimes drop down my cheek. Sometimes it makes me scream into my pillow because I can feel my skin, my extra fat on my chin wrinkle up and my nose scrunch up, and I don’t want to imagine what I look like. Sometimes I can let my voice out if I unwire all the way, sometimes, actually most of the time, I am silenced. Muted. 

Yes, that’s how I cry. Why do I write this? I don’t even know, maybe I think someone will read it one day. Maybe I think the pain I hold inside will be noticed one day, and even understood. Maybe I think someone who knows a similar pain will approach me one day -- and I won’t be so alone. Maybe I will find someone I can relate my trauma to, my despair with, someone I can truly connect with like Sophia was. Maybe all I’m looking for is a way to ask for help, someone to show up and prove that surviving was worth it, that the suffering I went through in life was something I wouldn’t regret or cry about. Maybe one day I will wake up in that dream I had in my happiest moments... Do you want to hear the dream I had? I had it one random night I stayed on call with Kuro. We slept on phone calls all the time, it made me feel safe, it made me feel like someone was actually paying attention to me, even when they weren’t. I didn’t feel abandoned, and I never thought he’d abandon me, and it was the best time of my life. Sometimes, he would be so exhausted, but we always laughed, whether it be the bad Vietnamese I practiced to tell him “Good Night” or “Thank you”, or just a random thought. I have seen happiness, and perhaps I should be blessed enough from that.

In the dream, I’m sitting on some random window with my violin in my hand. Whether or not there is an actual seat is unknown, but whether it be comfortable or uncomfortable. I looked hella cool. I had no trauma playing my violin, it was like I practiced 8 hours a day again, but from my own will. And I was doodling my own composition, I was spaced out and unfocused but i was inspired. There’s a kettle blowing in the back of the house, the kitchen, and I hear a female voice yelling in the background. It’s almost exactly like my mother, perhaps it was her too, but before my mom, out of the hallway comes another, a better and more familiar voice-- Kuro’s voice. “GIN OH MY GODD” is all I could make out of the yelling and the distant kettle stops its high pitched drone. I stop playing and turn around and yell “IM SORRY” and despite a happy undertone, I feel my face holding an “oops” expression on my face. My mom comes out from the hallway too with her high pitched yelling, she’s always like this but her voice along with Kuro’s scolds me and somehow, it’s all good. I feel a warmth in the way they scold me and at this point the dream is so fuzzy I don’t know if I had any visuals, but I remember the bright white screen in my head, and the simple warmth and relief in my chest that tomorrow will be an okay day. It was so nice, it was the best dream I’ve ever had in my life. If I died, I’d want to live in that moment forever. Even if I don’t die, I want to feel like that once in real life.  I don’t know what I felt. I don’t know if it was love. I don’t know if it was affection. I don’t know if what I felt was acceptance. I don’t know if it felt so good because I left all my trauma and depression behind, maybe I got over my exes in that moment. Maybe I --- I told Kuro so many things, near the end I had so many delusional dates I wanted to do, I told him everything I wanted to do with him...and yet, I was probably the one who broke his heart.  I wish you could tell me. What do I do now? What should I do? I know what you said, you told me to take care of myself, you told me to put myself first and to make myself happy. You told me to do all of these things and I’ve been working, working so hard. I have been doing everything you told me to, I promise. I just haven’t gotten to the brushing your teeth thing yet, I can’t do it yet, and sometimes I even think that you don’t come back because I can’t even brush my teeth by myself every night yet. But I don’t because what if ...what if I do get myself together, and you still don’t come back? How will I ever get better if I lose hope? I know you don’t want me to coin you as my life’s hope, I know you probably hated it and it weighed you down so much that when everything broke, you quickly found a way out-- and I respect everything you’ve done and do, I don’t think you’ve done a single thing wrong and even if it hurts, I know you must be in a better place by now, because that’s how you are. You never go anywhere that isn’t better. But with you gone, I can do anything I want with you in my memories can’t I, even if that means turning you into some miracle, some deity in my book that I can obsess over?  Kuro I’m not better. I’m not sure if I’m getting better at all. Sometimes I feel like my life is coming together, and then I remember it’s all going to fall apart, and it hurts and hurts so I shut it away like you did, because negating your feelings was what you were good at, and I couldn’t understand until recently I met Jessi, and she has taught me how to do it and even enjoy the process. I wish you can come and stop it, because right now you have such power over me that if you said one word I’d do anything to obey your wise words. Please, just please. I wish you’d let me forget to wait for you. I wish you reply one day, I wish one day I forget all of this. I don’t even know how anymore. I don’t know what to do with your memories Kuro. I can’t change maybe. Maybe this is really where I end at age 26. Did you know? The zodiac readings from the japanese blogs and professional fortune tellers all say that 26 for my year, is actually a Huge bad luck Year? I really think it might work. I really think that this will happen. But atleast I had you once. I fucked up Kuro. I get it now. After so much remorse and overthinking, I stopped thinking in details anymore. So now the answer is simply, I fucked the fuck up. And this is it. I’m going to die at age 26. And so far, everything is confirmed and it seems no one can really stop me anymore. I keep waiting for a sign, a message, a symbol, or an experience, that can keep me alive and going, to not kill myself at 26. But I think...so far, its not going so well.  The only person I feel sorry, and truly truly sorry for, is Vally. I don’t know how much time I have left, but I know for sure, that the time provided between Vally and I, were probably meant to be longer-- but I’m not sure if I can make it through my 26th year. I’m planning to do a phone call this weekend with her. I don’t know what I’m going to tell her, everything is such bad thoughts and bad endings, I don’t know what to say. I dont want to tell her anything that isn’t confirmed yet, but maybe its better for her to hear it early? But who can really tell her, a true companion, a true trauma-bonded victim, a true compassionate ally of yours, the most trustable person in the world, even more than Kuro at times,... that so far, it’s about 87% confirmed that I will kill myself in 2 years?

[wontonsupremacy]

[ Lost: I plead guilty to all of you ]

Inside the woods we couldn’t tell

Who burned the walls and who burned with

Inside the roofs we couldn’t yell

Who broke and broke apart our myth

The story which we believed in for endings

We wished never to see, like our spendings

It craved too much to face consequence, we

actually couldn’t handle in sequence, See?

You entered the story in mid-hell

Hoping for better but clinging to our abyss

We built our house knowing too well

We were meant together but only for a width

Of time, the height of fortune and span of luck

I think we think of each other still, almost stuck

A miracle and nightmare together at once

Sometimes I wish we never met even once

Inside the woods we couldn’t tell

Who I’ve met and who you met that month

Inside those words you couldn’t tell

How much we were changing a moth

To a butterfly, you and I became incompatible

She and I became despicable, Her? Expendable

Me to myself more erasable and you, You—

A god, a bible, a life I clung to: everything I woo

Mainly there were 3 friends I ail

Included here in this poem and yet I miss

More than just those 3 I lost well

more than just them so many that I dismiss

And open my eyes away from my head to see

I’ve lost myself with all of them and my feet

Don’t know where to, who to, what to go to

Anymore or why so often I just cry.For them too

[wontonsupremacy]

Guys I tried to revisit this blessing of a restaurant and literally...I’m devastated.

After the abusive relationship with Torisan that I jumped into merely because I needed to provide distance between my ex and I, I moved to Louisville KY for a semester to get away from him. It worked, but the Hawaii-ex most likely ghosted me during my stay there which confused me (they told me to keep in contact and keep sending them messages and drawings??) and I peakED at being suicidal.

I’ve always been a junkie for good food, good liquor, and the combination of the two. Especially with the cute jazzy atmosphere, this restaurant was the best in town for me and I loved it there. It was definitely expensive, but in my opinion worth it. The portions were great, and the general experience was amazing.

I really hope a new restaurant opens up again of the same style or same chef. I hope the owners of the restaurant are successful elsewhere and reopen their specialty to the public. 😢

Day 2 || Ward 426 (Louisville KY)

Our check was $111 but other than that it was the most amazing pork chops and everything I’ve had in a while.

[wontonsupremacy]

So I guess I really did like you huh.

I didn’t change my ways for anyone

But you made me change everything that I didn’t want to fix to keep you.

And I failed.

[crimsoncarcass]

IRL: Summer 2017 Hawaii

I hate the summer  because I used to love it so much  it was the smell of freedom and spirit that was all released at once  with the sun and wind that didn’t feel cold  for once, I had time you were just one of those things just a seasonal find, a fruit that was going to rot but that mango I found on the street in Hawaii but that crosswalk I walked with your hand it was just a milisecond but it was like decades and centuries had waited for us to reunite like there was a whole another story behind us  that we just decided never to remember Neither of talked about each other  That last phone call ended my summer in mid August That last phone call ended my whole freaking life But that last phone call couldn’t end  my thoughts of you from last year

[crimsoncarcass]

It’s not the same with anything anymore

I’ve had sleepless nights like this

Nothing new but the usual and yet

Had air seemed so solid before?

Or time with so much weight?

What was it that could be so different

Between seasons and new moons

The weather doesn’t even hurt me anymore

My chest is void afterall

Things that never meant to be

Is my mother’s first child

Me, and his life to ever meet again

Wishing that it didn’t have to be so void afterall