I absolutely hate when people are rude. Especially to me. I don’t condone such, excuse me, but nonsense. I’m so upset right now. Whenever someone is rude to me or says something mean to me I start fuming inside like I’m about to explode. I have to like calm myself down so as to not end up hitting the person or insulting them back.
I have a vision for my room and I’m gonna make it come true. I know I’m not gonna be living at home too much longer but ehh. I need to be comfortable with my surroundings y know.
P.S beds bedroom sets are annoying(anything with excessive matching is yucky to me) e.i. Matching bed and dresser and desk and whatever the heck else comes with the set.
Mission: mix match errthang.
“When another person makes you suffer, it is because they suffer deeply within themselves, and their suffering is spilling over. They do not need punishment; they need help. That’s the message they are sending.”—
Wiz Khalifa or Drake could say some obvious shit like “You should brush your teeth everyday so your breath don’t stink” In a song and y’all would put those lyrics on a picture with some photoshop effects and y’all niggas will see that on tumblr and be like
“How does he come up with this shit? This is so fucking deep, nigga. Food for thought”
when i meet someone who notices and is drawn to the inner beauty that i inhabit, the beauty that i am so happy/blessed/eager to embody, i can’t help but want to explore that. yknow? i know you know. i think that’s why i’m drawn to you. it’s not because of the attention you give me. it’s because you’ve seen in me what i see in me. you get me. and that feels sooo good.
I love attention a little too much. i wasn’t given too little as a child. i was given too much. and now i just….you shine attention in the right places and i fall in love (i use the term loosely, my apologies).. short comings. i’ll work on it. i’ll get better.
I have not been or lived anywhere else in Africa other than my beautiful country Cameroon. But there are times that I feel I have lived the life of my East, South, and North Africans. I can’t explain what I mean by this…
If I could do one thing in this life it would be dance. Not ballet or tap or…na. But coupe decale. Makossa. Yknow? I would travel the world dancing in front of large crowds hungry to see me perform. Cheering me on with every step I take, yearning to partake in my art. I would dance and the world would be my stage because nothing excites me like dancing. When i know theres a solid surface and there is gonna be a gathering of 2 or more people in that area who will get to see me dance….nothing excites me like this. My mom would probably frown on this and my dad won’t have me doing anything rather than becoming a med doctor but that doesn’t matter. I know coupe decale. I can never be awkward dancing coupe decale. I can never be unsure while dancing coupe decale. I love coupe decale. It makes my heart smile. My insecurities get washed away and….ooooh. Like, yknow? I don’t know. Ive come to understand and accept that i might never get to travel the world just to dance but just the thought…i mean I’m good but not that good. But hey, you never know right?
I hate how when I did something ppl called me crazy, looked at me wierd, but then copied my SHIT!. My friend was like “You a Trendsetta How You Think Kanye Feel? How You Think Jay Feel?” But Idc bout that, bcus nothing is original, just probably never seen (feel me)!
Accident when I…
Hey hey hey. I had the extra long braids first aight. The Afro was yours and so was thrift store but still. Lol, no I’m jp. I know watch mean though. We got someone in our circle who is a prime example of this. I do t mind imitation too much (yeah I do) but it just sucks when they diss it then come back and kiss it.