I never feel comfortable telling people certain things that come straight from my heart. Things that I’ll like for them to know, things they can help me with, things that are weighing me down, or things I just really need to voice. They always think I’m crazy or just don’t understand. I can never let anybody see the real me. I’ll just keep that me within me.
Our friends came over yesterday because we were supposed to go to the party together. The one closer to my sister’s age enters the room and stares at me. She comes closer and takes a look at my hair then says, “it looks good from afar, but when you get close I can tell that you didn’t do it right.” Aw man. Fuck does that even mean? Would a simple, “good job!” have killed her? Everybody else is impressed with what a marvelous job I did and here comes this bitch. Certain Africans man. They specialize in bringing you down. She in-particular is always doing this shit, always.
Jehovah please help me. I’m trying to not be a man slaughterer when I grow up. I’m trying really hard but these people keep tempting me. I’m so disgusted with them all. I hate their criticism. Especially because they don’t mean well. They’re just trying to pin you down while they hover over you. Fuck you Julliet, fuck you.
I just wanna tell Erhka everything. She’s the one person I actually like sharing with. She listens and gives good (not to mention honest) feedback. Even though she goes and tells Chris and Nena. -.- I just don’t want her to look at me like I’m crazy. That’s what people usually do.
“Allaah has already written the names of your spouses for you. What you need to work on is your relationship with Allaah. He will send her/him to you when you’re ready. It is only a matter of time.”—Sheikh Mamdouh (via hakuna-mataataa)
Why does everyone get so alert when you speak your mind? You leave a person alone this long of course their mind mutates. I get what Tyler ‘the creator’ was saying about his music. We all think some crazy shit but when someone voices it it’s a different story. Pfft, yea. Ok.
There I go letting my demons get the best of me again. These bitches must be some track stars because I can never out-run their asses. They have me under their control so bad I can’t even get myself to call on God. So busy trying to run I’m running away from God as well. lskdjfhguspamdnsos
ohh I hate that. EVerytime I go to a function, there’s this one aunt who just tries to shove food in my face. Come eat come eat. I already ate auntie, no eat some more. what? guhhh! lol
Cameroonians as well. I’m glad that never and still does not get to me. All the aunties saying, “you’re too skinny! You need to eat more so you can gain weight!” I should have so many self-esteem issues. But all thanks to Christ, I don’t. As a matter of fact I never gave a fuck about being skinny. Bitch please, I’m fabulous.
it’s kinda corny and generic looking. I say that just because I’m African and my entire life is authentic African print….so all this fake stuff is kinda lame. have to admit it excited me at first, but now im just like give me the real stuff.
I also feel as though they’re mocking our prints and I don’t care how anybody takes this. People say the best form of flattery is imitation. Pfft, I beg to differ.
My eyebrows look synthetic. So synthetic that I’ve had people ask me if I put Vaseline on them before. I never really noticed until this summer when I gained interest in eyebrows and was contemplating going to get mine arched. I don’t know how I feel about this kind tin o.