It’s been almost a year since I’ve been back in Singapore and suddenly remembering memories of Melbourne.
2014 and 2015 was probably the best time I had tbh with high school, no drama, underage wine purchases from that liquor store down the road that doesn’t bother checking IDs, fancy dinners and fun. Though of course there were the lonely times, losing friends, depression, family issues and all that stuff. But compared to my uni days, a lot better.
2016 was the WORST. It started off pretty good with my purple hair, new friends, High Key and those amazing people, drinking sessions cause f u n. Then I joined a singapore association club which ended up being the start of the downfall. Drama and more drama. People spreading shit about me, assuming things and thinking they know better than my own feelings and thoughts (lol), calling me a bimbo behind my back that I found out – I think you all know who you are, no shade just truth. Overall, A LOT OF DRAMA. I was basically having panic attacks every single night and no one knew about them. It was pretty bad then where I just wanted to escape from reality but there was nowhere to go. All I could do was continue living my life and accept everything. In some sense, I am glad that these people do not cherish me as a friend so that I can do the same. Though we are in the same friend group and occasionally have to see each other but not like we give a fuck about each other so oh wells. Besides, I don’t need any fake people around me. Also, thank god they only pushed too far once. If more than that, oh boy full bitch mode turned on and I’ll probably explode with “oh sorry, being rich doesn’t mean you aren’t peasant enough to be my friend” or something of that sort. Not to forget all the toxic traits they have of course. But, I am patient and too much of a nice person, plus they didn’t go that far that I need to explode in their face so allg. Just know that we aren’t close for a reason (: Note how each time I say I miss Melbourne, y’all weren’t part of it.
My High Key friends, high school friends and a few of the singapore association friends definitely helped making my life in Melbourne A LOT better. Away from the usual singaporean clique of course cause that shit is toxic man. Extremely grateful for them being there when I need them and for making my life in Melbourne fun and exciting. I miss all the jam sessions and clubbing sessions with them – it definitely lifted up my mood those times.
I suppose I miss the happy moments in Melbourne and wish I could go back to those times. And have a lot to rant about regarding the bad times. But then again, those in the clique never truly seemed to understand my perspective on how much all that impacted me mentally.
For now, just move on and try to live a better life. Learn to forget the bad times and focus on the good.