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kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.
agenda
08/23 My Birthday
9/7 Hello Kitty Cafe Truck
9/28 Tour de Corgi
10/17 Brother's Birthday
10/31 Halloween
11/9 Ramen-o-Rama!
12/5 Wen's Birthday
musings
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still. - Sylvia Plath
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Happy National Sister Day
 I've always had an antagonist relationship with my sister growing up. As the middle child and second daughter, there were a lot of comparisons between us that mutilated my younger self's ego. So I was very much bitter with my sister, and sometimes envious as well. However, when she honestly confessed to me that my behaviors confused her, and explained why she understood I did the things I did—I was sincerely touched and even to this day when I think about that memory, it brings tears forth. She didn't judge me for what I did, but tried to understand why I did what I did. She empathized with me on a level that most people couldn't, and that's what touched me deeply, even more so coming from her especially. I understand that growing up I was a strange character to most, but knowing that someone understood my awkwardness and suffering made the memories more bearable when I look back on them.
That day she basically told me that she never understood me until she saw me cry one day. When she saw me in such a state, it was as if it clicked in her head, 'Ah. This person hurts like I do. This person suffers just as much as I do. This is person is also a human.' Many don't think that when a person cries they aren't only crying because they're hurt; when someone cries they're vulnerable and their soul is bared. Crying relieves that constriction we feel when we must hide ourselves or any aspect of ourselves. For me, I have built up this facade since childhood as the invulnerable one, the strong one, the tough one. So to always keep that sort of image up at all times left my soul weary and lonely.
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