But just before you judge me, hear me out. This man is never around and this body of mine needs some work. After now, never again. Before I realized, I was back again, this time not once, not twice; as i speak I have lost count.

These words shall be my legacy. I used to be a rapper. I used to be a dancer. I used to read a lot. I used to have friends visit me at home. I used to be more social. I used to write poetry. I used to be a sculptor. I used to draw regularly. I used to make music. These are words I hope to never say. I used to make photographs.

Diary Of A Fed Up Lad. Leave your facades at the door, please. On April 3, 2015. I feel, empty, lonely, maybe even useless,. Annoyed by my failed attempts to come off as witty,. So I stopped writing and tried to figure things out,.

Posted in The Main Event. A good number of people, especially in the southern part of Nigeria did not vote for the current president-elect. I do not speak for all of them, but, I do know that some of them did this in fear. Fear of the unknown in quote. The unknown being the candidate whose ideals are meant to have changed in the past few years. Show how cool you are by sharing this. Posted in The Main Event. Shut up already yo! I have put together moments con.

This is what you get when idle hands and a consenting internet connection consummate. Did you read the story about the 23-year-old British student that was arrested for having sweet non-consensual sex with a sheep? Somebody lied. The neighbour had allegedly raped his 14-year-old daughter two months prior.

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Can you not grow so quickly? So that you may continue to fit. In the crook of my arms. Where you are most safe. Because I know this world. For the chameleon it can be. Just as you will step into high school. Should you become a target for bullies. Have some teacher put you down. Get your innocent heart broken.

This content is password protected. This content is password protected. My heart breaks too easily. My eyes fill up faster than it takes to stop the flow. My mood constantly dangling between pitch blackness and grey.