Was admitted in the hospital for the past 3 days. When I finally got home, yesterday evening, the first thing I did was shower. Didn't actually 'pack' when I admitted myself.
This was actually the first time I got this thing poke and stick to my hand. The nurse kinda stick it a bit too tight. Hurts whenever I moved my hand.
Past 3 days, I was bored to death. Besides going for ultrasound, CT scan, blood test and physiotherapy, all I did was sleep and watching the tv. Would have been nice if I got someone to talk to, but somehow I don't seems to have any friends whenever I need one. Only had 1 visitor on my second night, but she came past the visiting hours so she just stayed for a while. Nice enough to bring me a jacket and charger though.
But it made me realized a lots of things. Reality. Facts. People been saying I have lots of friends, due to the photos I posted in Facebook. But in reality, those friends are only there during the good times. Was sick for the past 3 weeks, but none of those 'friends' even care to ask if I was ok. Was in the freaking hospital for almost 3 days, and none bother or have the heart to visit me. When I am at my lowest peak of my life, all those so called friends just never seems to be around.
Among those so called friends, there are a few whom I actually really care for. Not expecting anything from them. But deep inside me, I felt the sadness and pain. To care so much for a person but I am only a nobody in that person's heart. And I only got myself to blame. Maybe I should just stop caring, to prevent myself from getting hurt again.
Past 3 days, I was bored to death. Besides going for ultrasound, CT scan, blood test and physiotherapy, all I did was sleep and watching the tv. Would have been nice if I got someone to talk to, but somehow I don't seems to have any friends whenever I need one. Only had 1 visitor on my second night, but she came past the visiting hours so she just stayed for a while. Nice enough to bring me a jacket and charger though.
But it made me realized a lots of things. Reality. Facts. People been saying I have lots of friends, due to the photos I posted in Facebook. But in reality, those friends are only there during the good times. Was sick for the past 3 weeks, but none of those 'friends' even care to ask if I was ok. Was in the freaking hospital for almost 3 days, and none bother or have the heart to visit me. When I am at my lowest peak of my life, all those so called friends just never seems to be around.
Among those so called friends, there are a few whom I actually really care for. Not expecting anything from them. But deep inside me, I felt the sadness and pain. To care so much for a person but I am only a nobody in that person's heart. And I only got myself to blame. Maybe I should just stop caring, to prevent myself from getting hurt again.
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