my coping mechanism

I like to draw. That's a fact.

But back in my school days, my adik drew more pictures than I do. She kept on drawing up until everyone knows she loves to draw. To some extent, my ma had to stop her from drawing so she can study on her exam. I on the other hand, just stop from drawing.

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I have this very horrible-merugikan diri habit.

The more something is associated with someone, the more I do not want to be associated with that thing. Even though I like it (like drawing) I feel as if that 'thing' symbolizes that person. So I stop.

I guess this is my stupid coping mechanism to not compare myself to that person.

Bodoh kan? :(


Aisyah's mumble: hye you, can you really see right through me?