superbunneh:

I have been told I was impossible to be loved. That I was difficult to handle. That I was complex, stubborn and wildly passionate about things it’s intimidating.

I say, I’m a rare breed. That to love me is to know the core of who I am. Unless I am evil, which I can positively say I am not, you will not judge me. I am not an archetypal Malay woman. I don’t cook, I don’t clean, and I only talk when I feel the need to. I write and read a lot, and I work hard. I have this romantic idea of being thrown in a whole new city and being left to fend on my own. I am not good with guests and family gatherings, which is a sin for most of you. I am different, that’s all I am.

But I still possess the capability to love, and my capacity to love is, unfortunately, infinite. Which is why it is often exhausting when I love someone who promised to love me for who I am, till eternity, but in a split second he starts to have doubts about it.

Reminder to thyself.

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