I can't wait to get a job. I really hope that I'll be able to join H company sometime soon, if I don't mess up at the interview. I've already started writing down the questions and answers and I've been practicing in the shower, but I'm really not have that productive of a week. Unpacking the house after the move, basically on my own, kind of burnt me out. And it's not even done. It's more the mentality that I've sort of plateau-ed in terms of what I can do on my own, and the rest I really need help with but I can't seem to get it, to really have a productive day in a team with my boyfriend to get things done.

I'm so tired of arguing. I'm not just tired of arguing, I'm tired of not being heard. Sometimes I feel I have no voice in this relationship and to say anything at all, to even be physically heard but not understood, I feel I have to yell. If he knows I'm upset and he doesn't feel like listening to it, even if I have presented it in a way that is really reasonable, that is catering to his understanding and needs as a man, he will just walk away from me. Walk away from me, or give me short, casual replies as though what I'm saying is of no significance or importance to him. It's frustrating and makes me want to implode, self destruct just so I don't have to deal with the wake of destruction that comes with me trying to express myself in a less-than-reasonable way. If you say you love someone, why can't you respect them enough to stop and listen for a bit to understand what they are trying to say to you. It's not arguing if one person doesn't even talk, barely even listens to understand..

I finished reading the five love languages. I really feel neglected in this relationship. Yes, my love tank is suffering. It's draining. I know there are things he does for me out of love, and I force myself to see these and acknowledge them, but there are many times that he lets me know that he's not really *that* happy about doing those things, like picking me up. He's always giving me that resigned sigh of "can't you just bus/skytrain home"? Yes, of course I can, but I didn't even twist your arm or really even ask in any kind of aggressive way if you could pick me up. You offered and now you're here, showing me how much better you'd feel if I'd gone home on my own. For sure I could have, but why are you treating me like this? And when you say to me in that tired voice "but I did it anyway, didn't I"? Yes, yes you did it, but along with that comes the endless voice in my head accusing me of "forcing you to do something you didn't want to do" when really, I didn't at all. I just want you to see my point of view sometimes, to really understand or try to understand me, to do things that you hate doing and that are difficult for you to do just because you love me and you want me to be happy! Is it that difficult for you to find a different way to say you love me every day? Unless you don't love me, it shouldn't be all that difficult. Love is a choice. You can't help yourself if you fall in love with me, but you can make choices to show you love me, like trying to tell me you love me. Choosing to tell me every day a new way in which you love me or a new thing you love about me. It is a choice, and I will no longer accept that it is "not who I am" because you don't even try to be different. That acceptance of your failure to fulfill my emotional needs is what kills my belief that you really do love me the way you insist you do. How can I believe it?

累

我已經累壞了。失去的東西也不能挽回。已經太遲了。隨著時間的過去，我們的愛情也變得越來越複雜。

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Yes, it's so bad to be depressed. To feel an anger and rage swirling around in the depths of your brain that radiates out your limbs and makes you want to break a bone or two, all the while singing "He will come and save you" in your head. To hear that sigh, to know it means "No.. not this again" and to feel an emptiness all around you. Not just within you but around you, as though those who are meant to be there really don't want to be, and you are physically alone. When I hear that sigh, I just want to run as fast as I can and as far as I can, so that I burden nobody with this shit that I'm going through? Sounds so ridiculous and self pitying, but it's the truth. It's so hard to live in this place with this body and this mind and not feel that either I need to have my own apartment or that he needs to move out.

I'm going to run away.

Sunday Nights

Sunday nights are a little like family nights right now, and it's such a blessing. No, it's not my family and it's not Ivan's family, but they are our family in Christ. It's really Ian's family, and they've welcomed us into their home with such gusto.. every Sunday there's a home cooked meal by Uncle Poh Suan that just speaks volume about how hospitable they are. They've hosted us every week for as long as Alpha has been going (with a few weeks in between where they're away, or we can't make it) but it's been so awesome to be at their house that even on the weeks when we're not having Alpha per se, we still go over to hang out. It's become a Sunday night routine that I don't think I'll ever be willing to give up. That's our family away from home.

Funny Quotes of the day!

Me: Can you say something to make me swoon?
Ivan: Wtf? Doesn’t swoon have the same meaning as swell? Can you make me swell??
Me: nnNNGnFNFFFfGGNNN!!!!

Later...

Me: I wish I had abs.
Ivan: Everyone has abs. Seriously. Everyone. They're just underneath. looks at me Except maybe you. immediately lowers his head for imminent clawing to begin
And of course, instead of clawing him, I burst out in laughter at how well I've trained him.

If today could be the only day in my life where I get to be in a different universe, in a different realm as a different problem, and I get to shed my life, just for a day, it'd be today.

It's been a long time since I've felt this kind of tiredness take over my body and my soul. I simply cannot move.

I would like to leave. I would like to leave.

Who is this Lord?

Who is this Lord, who knows me so. Who is this Lord who has taken away all anguish and all pain from my body and my mind, even after I tried everything before Him and did not turn to Him? When all the drugs in the world and all the therapy and all the human comfort in the world did nothing to change my life, He gave me His breath of life, and I am reborn. There are just so many things I have too many words for, too many thoughts I cannot pen quickly enough, and everyday my life and my mind are filled with a myriad of praises for His good word, for His good love and for His amazing and perfect will. God just brings me to my knees, and yet He raises me up. Everything in my life, good or bad in the initial have all worked out exactly as He intended. Perhaps not in the way He intended, but He has brought me closer to Him each time. Every issue I have tried to skirt, every pain I thought would not be healed, He has taken them all under His wing and changed my life. I cannot, simply cannot convince myself that Jesus, my Lord and saviour, does not exist. My mind, my body, my soul and my spirit cannot comprehend this concept any longer, no matter the foul depths of hell I might be in. I have experienced His living waters, and there is no turning back. This is my life, this is my God, this is everything I am meant to be. Amen.