” Guess what!?” Said Cassy excitedly.

“You’re getting back with Dion…?” I replied reluctantly.

“No silly, I’m ready to date again, to find love, someone to cherish me as I am and to live for me despite my flaws…”

“Anyone in mind?”

“His Highness, Prince Charles!”

Yeah, Charles, he’s a great guy, maybe too good for someone like her. I muttered a congratulations but I doubt if she had heard me, she was already walking away, building castles on how they’ll spend their honeymoon.

Now where did I hear this? Oh, right! There was Cole when we first got to campus. He was perfection and so is Cassy, I guess that’s why they instantly clicked. They were on and off for 3 months till Cassy moved on, to dating Delian. Delian, well, soft-spoken, shy, intelligent and awestrucking seemed to be holding up well with her. She couldn’t possibly leave a whole package, she proved me wrong though, when she came crying to my room saying she’s had enough. My favorite of the 3, Jay, followed suit. Seemed like they had been dating for a while and were only waiting for an opportune time to be a thing. I liked Jay. For one, being a third-wheeler on their dates was the real deal, I was being fed pretty well( excuse my love for food). Then he was just awesome, I really lack words to describe him. Our closeness which was totally frowned upon by Cassy, made him open up to me, a lot. He wanted to know how to handle Cassy, he liked/loved her and was willing to do everything even be extra in order to keep her. I helped or at least tried to. Unfortunately, the poor guy left. I know I shouldn’t be saying this, but I was devastated. My lunch and dinner tickets walked away and honestly, I was starting to like someone of the opposite gender. If it had not been for girl code, I swear… anyway, every communication stopped, her way of course. Cassy found Dion, I never cared till now that Charles is here. Great!

One thing that really stood out in all her relationships was the fact that she was the perfect one all along. She often convinced herself that she met the wrong people, people who wouldn’t reciprocate her love. Thinking of it, I wondered if her ‘toxicity’ was the one she wanted people to reciprocate. There’s no denying that’s no one’s perfect and neither were the guys…apart from Jay…sort of.

Delian is a bookworm,

That’s positive but now that he was in a relationship, he had to spare time for Cassy, it was hard. Cassy would complain for days on end of how he never gave her attention and that he always chose books over her, as if that’s a crime. He did sacrifice, I saw it. One time, he left the library to attend to Cassy, apparently she needed someone to escort her to a boutique to buy a new dress for her upcoming beauty pageant competition. Delian rarely raised his voice and this too agitated her. He wasn’t being manly enough when not speaking up, he wasn’t helping her out when she needed an honest opinion. Occasionally, he would say the usual, “You’re just perfect the way you are babe.” But Cassy needed more, her hunger for validation wasn’t being satisfied, she felt like she had to ask for it and that made her mad. Delian gave up, making Cassy scamper away.

Cole is a football enthusiast and a key player in the school team. They have a rather strict coach, this meant less time for Cassy. You can imagine all the drama that she brought to him.

Jay…*sigh*…he suffered the most.

“She likes compliments and brutal honesty, follow her almost everywhere when you are free. Just give her your time and attention,”I would tell him when he sought for help.

The next thing I know, Jay speaks too much, doesn’t value her feelings when he speaks the truth (isn’t kind to her). Don’t let her get started on how clingy he is.

“Gwen, I think she hates me,” Jay was hopeless.

“Don’t worry, she gets back to her senses real fast. Next time, don’t talk much. Give her space. Pretty much the opposite. Shower her with gifts though, she loves surprises.”

2 days later;

“G, he gives me gifts every other time, I can smell him asking for a favor soon. And can you believe he’s started being silent on me? He doesn’t solve anything in my life other than telling me that everything will be okay. Do things look okay to you? Whichever idiot is advising him on treating girls is doing a pathetic job if you’d ask me.”

First of all, OUCH!

Second, what the f**k do you want?

I’ve known that girl for some years, about 4. I won’t deny the fact that she’s beautiful but I also can’t turn blind in light of the fact that she’s clearly getting out of hand.

When Cassy’s sad or angry, the world becomes her grand enemy. She rants about having zero friends to listen to her and help her align her entangled mind. Normally, I’d be disappointed with her remarks but the good friend that I am, chooses to stay. It’s not because I don’t feel the discomfort, sometimes I stay knowing too well that finding a friend like her would take a million light years. These moments are a downer to me too since she expects me to grieve with her. Exactly how she wanted Jay to be. She forcefully fits people in her shoes. If you laugh at a meme or cheer her up with a funny clip, you’re happy she’s drowning. If you seem down too and play sad songs, you’re depressing her more.

Now that everyone has abandoned her, me included, I try to recreate a bond by asking what’s wrong. Another thing, Cassy is never wrong. She plays the victim every single damn time. She apologizes when need be, but other times she’d rather walk naked on the streets. Yeah, I know what I said. It’s nothing but the truth. I would struggle to bring things to normalcy, even give some pieces of advice while pointing out her mistakes. It would be met with a, “do you have any idea of how a relationship should be like? Oh, I forgot, you’ve never dated. You wouldn’t understand!” Technically, it’s true. On the other hand, I know there’s a big line between being jealous and being crazy. The latter in her seems to have won.

After what seems like a decade, she gets back on her feet. She might pop a question and I may sigh a relief thinking she’s finally comprehending her trait.

“G, do you think I’m toxic?” She would ask.

My mind being automated in such situations will sermon the Avengers, ‘Ladies, shall we?’. It would be like: baby girl, you’re T-O-X-I-C. On a scale of 1 to 10, you’re 11. If I was to choose between being you and living with cockroaches, I’ll hold a party and start knowing the roaches officially by name, age and relation. It’s not that boys don’t deserve you, YOU DON’T DESERVE BOYS. I love you sweetheart but ain’t no way I’m loving you carrying around your ‘toxicity’ from one guy to another. In any case, you’re getting worse boo.

But my mouth! Lord, my mouth should be kept shut for heaven’s sake.

“No Cas, you’re just okay, don’t change because of what people say. If they won’t take you at your worst then they don’t deserve you at your best. You’re strong and fearless. If guys only see you as toxic, then best believe, they’re cowards.” Every statement I ever made like this was followed by regrets.

“You know what, you’re right. I am gorgeous,” if it were the first time talking to her, I would have hoped to hear the contrast to her words, her admitting that she’s been wrong a couple of times and she needed to change. This was the zillionth talk I was having with her about toxicity.

I don’t know, maybe I don’t understand the world of relationships because I’ve never been in one, or maybe I’m focusing too much on her negative side, or maybe I’m the one misleading her when praising her instead of reprimanding her. Or, it’s human’s nature to get out of hand then fall back into place…could be, even though I’m aware of a repititive trait that can be tragic in the end. She’s, no doubt, the best company to have when in a high spirit. I honestly don’t even think I know my best friend that deeply and that’s sad.

My phone beeped and I instantly knew who it was.

“I need you to help me pick a dress for my date,” the message read.

Oh well, duty calls. While she’s still happy, let me embrace the moments. I do hope Charles will make a great boyfriend. If this doesn’t work out… we’ll carry on. As usual. But this time, we’ll try something different, not dates nor boyfriends, just change.

All I can say is, Welcome to the next level of Jumanji.

In case you meet Cassy, tell her I have a surprise for her in my diary.

Thank you for reading


2 a.m thoughts

It’s that time again. Somehow something lied to you that everything will eventually be okay, but here you are.

The events of that day is so vividly clear. First started with a friendship gone horribly wrong and later on a post. The day ended with a lash from your mom and that was enough to stir up your demons.

Suddenly…you see no worth in who you are. Someone complimented you on your artistry on that same day but your mind will defy odds and remind you of how you were once heartbroken.
Suddenly...all you see are quotes encouraging you to die with your struggles because no one will understand, they tell you to keep your hands in your pocket and walk down the road alone in that friends… friends are fake and will stab you on the back.
Suddenly… you’re nostalgic on how you didn’t pass as well as others did when the test results came out a while ago despite the fact that you were unwell.
Suddenly…you notice the struggles you’ve been having with your body, you’ve been campaigning for people to appreciate their bodies and you adore yours but now, the nose isn’t fitting right, the hair isn’t soft, the belly isn’t small enough, your acnes and dark spots don’t get that they aren’t welcomed! In short, you just aren’t good enough. You should be popular or rich, short or tall, slim or fat…but you’re YOU.

You don’t understand yourself as much so even if you had someone to share your miseries with, you would lack the words of description. How are you to explain that it all started with reading something you felt haunted you then led to one thought and another and another till a heap of unsolved mysteries weighed on you? How are you supposed to explain that you feel the society can’t understand you being human too, made of flesh, blood and emotions?

You see, mental torture isn’t about that one chaotic thing that happened to you, say a break up. It’s far much more than that, it’s deeper and most of the times darker. There’s a lot that was already going on and so the break up was cherry on top, the last ticking of a bomb before explosion.

Nobody sees the anguish and restlessness. No one notices the shaking and the teary eyes. Your voice is as normal as ever but your spirit is quickly fading. You have a strong urge to throw, smash and disorient things but you can’t; you’re not in a movie and your parents may have struggled to get them there. You can’t walk out on supper, that’s forbidden and disrespectful so you sit to enjoy your meal being more of a routine thing now. You long for your bed, when you’ll be under the sheets with loud music (that does help). Sometimes, it’s unfortunate that you share a room, and you wish you could just roam the face of the Earth at night seeking for answers and solutions, connecting with the spirits you believe can help …sadly, that’s just in your head because if they did exist, you’d be happier, right?!

Immediately after supper, you rush to your room. It’s comforting that your pillow is fluffy and warmth is in your blankie.

It’s 10:00 p.m by your watch, you reach out for your earphones, you put some encouraging songs on, you’ve got a collection of them including podcasts so it isn’t a problem. You realize that you relate to the words more now, you listen : note by note, word by word but wait, something is still wrong and you feel it. You remember each sermon ever said about a weary heart, you pray, you forcefully have faith and believe then wait for a miracle. Still, nothing’s happening.

It’s 12:00, midnight, you have a long day tomorrow, you should probably sleep. You set aside your gadgets and close your eyes. It’s just that, closing your eyes, no sleep nor the feeling. You manage to wander off in your Dreamland but wake up after a nightmare or perhaps life has decided to torture you in the night.

You look at your watch, it’s 2:00 a.m. Your eyes are already filled with tears, there’s a lump in your throat and luckily, it’s raining outside. You can’t take it anymore, you’re on the edge, everything bores you to death. You let it all out. You let your tears flow out with the sound of the rain, “each tear drop for each raindrop,” you sigh wishfully.

It’s said that the wee hours of the night is your most vulnerable moments, the dark times that actually tell your story, the ones that allow your shadow self to appear. These times open up sown wounds, they tear apart a ‘glue-fixed’ heart till you’re heartless, they torment every single nerve, bone…in you, they break you till you feel no more pain, you become numb.
Remember the story of the angel of death that passes over past midnight to take the souls of kids who aren’t asleep? You feel her presence now. You can almost hear her laughter and pity.

When the rain goes down, you resort to sleep in light of the fact that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow will be a better day.

Impromptu writings come in handy.

It’s mental awareness month. I hope you are your brother’s keeper. Inspire the aspiring by reaching out to your friends or loved ones.

Save a soul. Be the voice to the voiceless.




Everybody wants to look good and feel even greater in the clothes they’re in. For centuries, skirts have been known to be flattering depending on how it’s worn; they show your curves and assets, fashion and trends…name it.

From the likes of Queen Elizabeth to our very own African women, skirts have proven to be an outstanding attire in a woman’s closet.

Disclaimer; this article is opinionated and is in consideration with my views. I’ve captured a few shapes and clothes because fashion is broad.

Types of skirts

Skirts and lengths

My self-esteem wouldn’t allow me to go past knee length upwards. I’ll just save the micros and minis for special occasions which I may not attend. It is what it is!.

I’ve put together a collection of what I consider, my best type of skirts, the type I can flaunt in unapologetically;

1. Ankara skirts.

These types of skirts will definitely be the end of me. The best thing about Ankara is the fact that it’s your choice that matters. Whether you’re plus sized or slim, hour glass or inverted triangle, Ankara is bound to bring out the cutest and most admirable version of thyself.

For hour glass, triangle, pear(any size) , this is definitely the look for you. It defines your shape, and with the draped side hanging, makes your body even seem more full.

Paired with a couple of heels, you’ll be glammed all the way to an outing, party or an award winning ceremony.

You’ll know when to be extra when your gorgeous plus size body i.e oval or diamond, is surrounded by an Ankara, a dropped waist skirt taking the lead( second from left).

Contrary to almost all fairy tales where girls are expected to have a slim waist in order to look good in a balloon/bubble or peplum skirt, this type of Ankara dressing is a plus for queening Mamacita.

Asymmetrical ankara skirt (common design being the high-low) does justice to inverted triangled, straight and to some extent, slim figured women.

Let us just take a moment and appreciate the floor length skirts that have been beheld to us by these beauties.

Ever had that one person you still wish to be when you grow up even when you’re already grown?? That’s Elodie Zone for me (on the right).She is 80% of the girl I grew up wanting to be. Her ambition and passion is a lionesses’ version. Her style, Lord!, Just look at that package. I can literally feel the boujée mood.

I might start manufacturing kids that take after her as soon as they pronounce mama. A pretty weird obsession, right?


Hey you!? Remember the denim skirt that doesn’t fit you now, the one that you gave up on and was probably going to donate it? Well, don’t…at least till you renovate it during this quarantine period.

Make a cut, poke holes, add buttons, leave a small slit as you will then SLAY IT SISTER. If you’re equipped with the skills of making a ragged jeans, do your skirt the favour. You won’t ever regret that.

Are they magnificent or ARE THEY MAGNIFICENT? No force hits harder than a woman who believes in herself in what she rocks.

Do you also realise that instead of a plain belt, a ribbon belt upgrades the whole look? Now you do.

3. Skater skirts.

Who wouldn’t love the feeling of being 8 years again? In an adorable flattering skirt that makes you want to whirl around for the world to marvel?

I can attest to the fact that most African moms are plus sized (my own statistics, might be different from yours and that’s okay too).

Since COVID-19 happened and mother’s day had to be celebrated at home, why don’t you make up for the lost day by giving your mama a new look and treating her out in the best way you know how. If not your mama, then your female Guardian or an adored plus sized ‘she’ figure is qualified too in getting the package.

For just a day, brand your fashion exclusively on that Queen with cutest skater skirts available.

I honestly find it glamorous and chic when micro-skaters are worn by petite ladies. It’s complementary to their bodies, sassy and sometimes brings out a rather playful personality on them.


Pleated princess mesh bubble skirt is what I can describe as fun. Slim ladies (all body shapes involved) with small waists can get away with this quite fine. A crop top comes in handy too with such an outfit.

As for the plus ladies, adding an accessory such as a simple belt should do the trick. The belt should be slightly larger and match with the color of either your shirt/top or the skirt for a continuous design.


My all time favorite Slay Squad CEO, Wabosha Maxine has done it again. I was glued for a while by how she incorporated a sleeveless blazer with a tight leather skirt, added a pair of heels to it and voila! Fashion magic. And of course she was now fully dressed with a killer smile. She might be petite, her fashion sense on the other hand, XXXL a million times.

Walking into a room, dressed up so gorgeously, even in the pink skirt, will have all eyes on you. You won’t have to voice your words because your look will speak louder.

Notice the difference between the four petite figures in leather skirts? Well, one is tight and has an extra cloth as a cover, the other is more of an A-line skirt with a flared bottom or a skater skirt.

Drawing conclusions from this, tight leathers= blazer/coat/sweater; flared/less tight leather=no additional cloth required.

When it comes to a leather skirt on plus size woman, you’ve only got 2 options ; go big or go home. The few models I’ve featured above show us they didn’t come to mess around because they’re dripping in finesse.

The best way to have a body loving leather skirt on is by having a tight fitting top (of your choice)but please, strapless is not it unless there’s something to be added like the first lady on the right. And yes honey, your bomb style will outshine your bodily blessings so don’t you worry. Personally, I didn’t even care to analyse.

6. Peplum

My obsession in life ranges from good food to staying at home doing almost nothing but after coming across this peplum skirt, all that is bound to change.

It in itself screams royalty( blue is my other tolerable color). I always thought that peplums are strict on being just round,sometimes plaited on the ruffled part then I saw this and I’m still awestruck.

Dear petite, rectangle shaped, inverted triangles Les belles who are generally slim, this is what’s up. It creates an impression of curves. I think I’ll give it a try myself; wouldn’t mind feeling Royal for a day or two.

Seems like there’s nothing that can simply go wrong with a peplum. Am I the only one seeing how bold and confident those ladies are?

If that picture could talk, I bet it would say, “let me show you who the real boss babe is.” Period!

7. Tube skirts

The current reigning Miss Rwanda, Naomie Ishimwe, has rekindled my love for tube skirts with one picture and a perfect pose.

Canvas shoes (my preference), a crop top(baggy or tight) and a denim jacket is perfection to me. For the ladies who love a little extra, cropped hoodies should be your next best friend ASAP.

You know mama said don’t worry about a thing

Meghan Trainor.

I’ll leave you with that for now. All in all, be proud of who you are, treat your body with the respect it deserves, nourish it, love it, dress it up beautifully and it will serve you faithfully.

Hoping you enjoyed the article. Which skirt pleased/pleases you?

You’re free to share, comment and like.

Till next time beautiful people.

Bissous 😘

Last Day Alive.

“Hey G, if this was your last day on earth, what would you do?”. Just a chilly afternoon sitting with my dear friend who happened to be in deep thoughts before finally asking that.

“Well,” I hesitated,”I’d probably run to KFC, taste that chicken for the last time, tell my friends and family I love them so much, repent and forgive my enemies, I mean who doesn’t want to go to heaven?!”

“Oh, what about someone you love, a boyfriend figure or your crush? Any last words maybe?”

“Confession will be mandatory if he’s my crush, as for the boyfriend, a candle lit dinner would do, then perhaps a late night movie and only wish to be dead beside him when he awakens…”

“Death would also mean a halt to your goals, visions, dreams… it’ll be over Gwen.”

“I couldn’t say over, I may hand them down to a willing person if for instance we shared the same goal. If not that, then I guess it’s bye bye. But hey, I ain’t dying anytime soon.” At this point we both laughed.

“You do realize you’d have like 24 hours to do all that, right?”


The paradox.

“Dream as if you’ll live forever, live as if you’ll die today. “

~James Dean

I’m well aware that overthinking can be misguiding and complicated but more often than not, I can’t help it. For some weird reasons, it’s actually eye-opening to me.

I kept on rereading what the legendary James Dean had to say and decided to relate it to what my friend said.

On a normal day, sleep takes about 8 hours of my time including my daytime power naps meaning the movie night is technically a fat lie. I prefer lazing around and procrastinating to actually acting on what I want to do and finish doing them on time, so whatever I may be ‘handing down’ isn’t sensical. I would pass on my intelligence but who am I kidding? The friends I have are brilliant.

I can talk about death and dreams the whole day, but I’m saving that for the next post. Stay tuned.


I’ve had few instances of confessing my liking to some people, didn’t turn out well obviously. It’s not like we’re in the movies, and I definitely wouldn’t want to die knowing that I was never liked back. There are individuals who are good at coping; News flash, I am not the individuals. The pain might actually kill me before the Master Death himself does.

When we know that we’re actually going to die and the reality hits us hard, we go through a death process.

As Kubler-Ross put’s it;

1. Denial; even the oldest of men wonder why it has to be them to go 6 feet under. Not many people have the will power to choose death as their fate unless they’re soldiers or have a ‘soldier-like’ kind of attitude where service to humanity is a priority regardless of risks.

2. Anger; I’m dying, you don’t really expect me to be excited, I’d be mad. So mad that I’ll blame everyone for everything even God.

3. Bargaining; my skills in bargaining aren’t so good but in such a case, I’d have the sharpest mind to reason out with God or maybe the doctors, provided I find a way out.

4. Depression; if odds are against me, my whole being will be left broken.

5. Acceptance; ‘this is it. You’re finally going meet your Maker. How about I make use of the little time I have left with my loved ones?’

Such a process takes days, some people emerge miraculously while others, fortunately or unfortunately, don’t make it.

Back to my 24 hours, I think I’d be stuck in the denial till death does me apart. Like damn, I’m only a student, I’ve not gotten my degree certificate nor my first salary. I know people die young and It’s sad but Lord, I need my generation to continue. Consequently, if my boyfriend dared sleep beside me, he would walk out on me. I would be ranting, I mean how do you even think of sleeping when you’ll find me dead in the morning? Did sleep mean more to you than I did? Yes, I sleep a lot and I’m guilty but finding the audacity to sleep peacefully, on my deathbed is a whole new level on disrespect.

So much for wishing to be found dead in the morning.

‘Love your enemies as you love yourself. ‘

‘Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.’

~The Lord’s prayer.

We’re always being urged to forgive our enemies even if the memories of what they did to us is fresh in our minds. This too, depending on situations, is a gradual process.

There is simply no way you’ll compare someone pissing me off by stepping on me or stealing my favorite bracelet to another person murdering my loved one. The former is easier to forgive and mostly forget; the latter, salvation would be needed to get through such a trauma. If it had happened on that day and the very next day I’m dead too,be rest assured, I’ll be buried with the anger and hatred.

To man is to err I guess. Human beings aren’t wired machines in that a switch will turn on/off a steaming anger. Necessary skills such as anger management, are normally acquired. It’s like mastering an art when you know how to control your emotions. Sadly enough, the 4 walled classroom doesn’t have the subject but the school of life eventually teaches you. No pain, no gain.

Family is forever.


The one thing that I may actually do right in all my sentiments is telling my family members how much I love them. I may not daily say it or even show it due to the distance between us but I’m quite confident that they know I love them. To me, family is everything and the bond I share with mine is what I may actually miss most even in my spirit form.

A friend of mine once said that if there was something awful he was hiding from his family, he wouldn’t say it. Why?! Because it would be better if the idea they have of him in his absence is positive and beautiful. It’s caring for those you leave behind too, having them smile rather than grieve more when you’re gone.

“Gwen! Hey Gwen!” called out Cassy.

“Yes, oh sorry. I was carried away,” I said bringing myself back to reality. Thank goodness I’m still breathing.

“You know what Cassy, if this was last day on earth and it’s unknown to me, I’d just do the usual stuff, right after this, we’ll take our supper, study a little bit, watch a documentary if I get the time and retire to bed. And as usual, I’ll say my daily prayer, thank God for seeing me through the day,thank Him for what I can control ask for strength for what I can’t.”

“Taking life as simple as it is. No one knows when or where they’ll die, it’s best if you live one day at a time,” Cassy added, to which we smiled.

“How about we go for an ice-scream spree?”

“Best idea ever!”

As we headed towards the ice-scream shop, I realised it’s more of ‘dreaming and doing as if you’ll live forever, and living your dreams as if you’ll die today.’

That is it for today.

The comment session will be waiting for you, how about you share after reading. I’d be glad to have an active conversation with great minds.

Till next time loveys.

Au revoir et bissous.

The Chase.

It just happened like it always does,that he met her and was attracted.

He mastered his usual skills and tricks to get her,but being a tough nut,she wasn’t that impressed.

He went further, buying gifts, taking her out,availed himself at the slightest call, letting everyone know of how he felt of her,but still,she sought something beyond the man standing in front of her.

He did what he couldn’t do to his own blood,he cried when the pain of rejection weighed down on him. He was growing tired of cursing himself for not being good enough and eventually he stopped. Figured out that sometimes,there’s good in the goodbye and despite being her trash,he could be another’s treasure.

She noticed, not because she was not into the guy,or loved the free favours but because she loved the game more than the player.

He started posting her,thanking God for her and wondering where she had been all his life. She noticed all that too and was crushed.

Things turned back around. She constantly checked up on him,sacrificed her time just to talk to him,begged for attention, yearned for that love. Sadly, he was long gone.

She cried too and cursed and regretted but she didn’t move on as easily as he had. And what made it worse is that, he rubbed his new affair on her face,as she presumed. Made it seem like he was busy chasing after a diamond when he worth having a gold.

So now,she hangs on to the hope of finding someone just like him and maybe,just maybe,loving the player this time and not letting go.


Just deal with it.

And i felt like I strongly disagreed with that. 👇. It’s not that i don’t like seeing people happy, but the reality check is, none of that is ever going to exist always in your life.

Let’s face it, sometimes and actually most times, those who apparently you love so much always leave the strongest pain marks. We can’t lie about that.

Just because someone doesn’t like you doesn’t mean you’ll be dead if they’ll never do so. Not everyone is ever going to love you. Same case as yours.

I don’t know if i’m the one not understanding that but honestly, why don’t you deal with those who can’t stand you. Learn a thing or two from them instead of pushing them away. Just because your boss isn’t making you feel at home doesn’t mean you’ll quit your job.

In short, staying away has sometimes solved some problem,I agree but if the problem hasn’t been sorted out,the haunting will keep on each and every time you face the person or your fears.

One thing I normally tell myself is that, me being anyone’s friend was never a mistake. I might get in your nerves, you may wish to lay your hands on me and strangle me. Shit happens you know. If i get ignored, i won’t take it badly. At least my impact on someone has been effected. And in future, they’ll know how to deal with a ‘Me’ character.

NEVER LIMIT ANYONE IN YOUR LIFE. They all have a role to play in your life and within a certain duration of time.

I kinda have my different ways.


Super always

About chouettetoujours, they’re French words meaning super always. And that’s what we are.

‘I’m wide awake ‘.😊. So this it. I’m actually writing about something. I figured out that I don’t want to be specific so i’ll be speaking of literally anything and everything ranging from crushes to my hard days. ‘I’m letting go forever. Falling from cloud nine’.

Mind not my obsession with that song. Wide awake by Katy Perry . I think i’ll be leaving room for regrets and curses for trying to be free with what i’m sharing. I ain’t perfect anyway.💁

Hello. I’m new here and finding it super hard to publish this. If i ever do that,just know that I would have probably had both my eyes closed. Or given someone to press the publish button.