you wanted more than just to see me
i love the way you’d stare
just constellations on the ceiling
how you would wash your head
wanted to go to Santorini
think you should be aware
that lately baby, I’ve been thinking
we’ll never make it there
emdash abuser
you wanted more than just to see me
i love the way you’d stare
just constellations on the ceiling
how you would wash your head
wanted to go to Santorini
think you should be aware
that lately baby, I’ve been thinking
we’ll never make it there
mutual desire (?), missed connections (?), cowardice (!)
hijacked to become a series listing things that i hope he has (to write is to manifest)
if his eyes don’t betray admiration and anticipation in the moment he realises i’m a little psychotic (for him, and adorably), i don’t want him
were you under the impression that my love letters were addressed to you? the man i write to does not exist — he is a feeling, an inseparable part of me.
and the men i’ve loved most in my life — i don’t write about them because i don’t have to; they already know everything.
so when we finally meet, when he fully reciprocates, i promise him, now and forever —
you will be my best-kept secret.
recently i’ve been playing, i’ve been played; i’ve been trapped in a prisoner’s dilemma. i confessed, i waited, they stayed quiet: i was punished for my faith, and then twice. i persisted until i was a willing party no longer: i had to, i have to, i need to act in my best interest.
but love isn’t a game; if it must be one, then the optimal outcome is not to play.
it doesn’t matter if you crawl back begging for forgiveness; there is nothing to repent for, because there was nothing between us in the first place.
and what about regret? again, i don’t regret anything — except what we could not have.
in this series: #0.5 | #1 | #2
First written in Jul 2023, with minor edits and commentary in May 2024
(recovery is non-linear, but it will get better)
[May 2024: Enough about silly trivialities like men and love, boring! Let’s yap about ME! Specifically, my psycho ass side. Reviving the mental health logs for my fans!]

Since my first post, I’m delighted to report that things have been looking up for me! I am still waiting to be connected with a psychologist, though (something about waiting time and accessibility of mental health services in Singapore…)
In the meantime, here’s a list of things that have helped me get through a recent depressive episode. They read like notes from a textbook, but there’s nothing quite like a hands-on experience.
Coming to terms with it all. Simply accepting that I did (and maybe always will) have a problem liberated me to focus on addressing it rather than being trapped in the quandary of self-doubt. [May 2024: Still psycho! But so happy.]
Social support and companionship. Many friends reached out after they saw my earlier post. Two aspects stood out — a lack of judgement and an affirmation that they would stand by me. In the weeks since none of them has treated me differently. We went out, played, and gossiped about nonsense as usual. I will always be grateful for them.

Taking a step back and reappraising. Throughout university, I’ve been compelled to prove myself by achieving “success”. My blog was literally named Gwyn’s Guides to Success (it is now Gwyn’s Playground to mirror my newfound commitment to enjoying life). [May 2024: it is now baby g’s diary. Character development!]
Focusing on the things I love, for me. I’ve gotten back into the habit of reading, and you won’t believe this — writing! Similarly, I’m doing things for myself, because I want to, not only because it brings me to some societally-approved end. Some nights, I play Civilization VI over Discord with my friends and then chomp on garlic cheese prata with my family into the wee hours, ignoring the thought that I have a lot of work to do the next day. LOL. Of course, I’ve had to strike a balance because work never ends, but these little moments have made all the difference.

Taking breaks. There’s only so much work you can do in a day. When you pare it down based on energy levels, you’ll realise that most work is not urgent or even important. When I’m stressed, I ask myself: what is the worst that could happen if I mess up this tiny ass task? Or miss a deadline because I’m overwhelmed? So what? It really isn’t worth all that stress. Go take a nap.

Breaking down things. Based on behavioural activation in CBT. Can’t beat your brain? Hack it.
[May 2024: Well, so much has happened since. I’m sure 2023 Gwyn would have been proud of 2024 baby g. I definitely am! Hehe. I love you.]
with you in mind, i wrote another letter — i wanted to believe, so badly, that we were meant for each other. i’ll post it in time, maybe, when i’m doing better. for now, preserved in ink, we’ll always be together.
it’ll be the last one i’ll write you / forever
come on, let’s go head-to-head — our bond will grow stronger if we’re meant to be
he made a calculated decision to hurt me, but he did not anticipate that i am a masochist