because I am who I am.
and we are who we are.
and we act how we act.
there wasn’t a damn thing hypothetical about that scenario to me 😑
but I digress.
everyone is an asshole.
and 97% of everyone is in denial about it.
no one spoils me.
that would mean giving in to my every desire & whim. buying me what I wanted for Christmas & my birthday is not spoiling. it’s called gifting the right way.
but I’m okay with that, I love doing things for myself. that means no one can take it away from me. and the only special memory for having it is that I worked so hard to get it. and that means a lot to me.
Barcelona is still the goal.
I’m very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very easy to turn on.
but quite complicated to get in bed. or wherever you think you can have me.
"how’s your sister?"
I don’t bang with her. and I don’t wanna tell you why. so really the most I can tell you is that she’s still alive. not in the best shape, but I know she woke up today. if you looking for more than that, you should ask my mom.
but I’m never going to say all that when the question comes up. so it’s just, “she’s okay.”
there’s a book about your personality based on your birthday. and that thing described me to a tee.
but what got me is it said one of my weaknesses is that I’m depressive. and Janee’s mom asked is that true. her dad piped up so quick “YOU CANT TELL!?” like damn, why you always reading me? Q knows me very well. his judgement of character is actually impeccable. but I felt really weird in that moment, I wanted to leave the room so badly.
bantu knots vs. three-strand twists
I don’t know what I wanna do tonight 😫
but whatever it is. I kinda want it to stay in all week. I don’t want to touch my hair til Friday.
basically because I’m trying to preserve my last smidge of cowash.
castor oil is so good to me.
but my hair eats it up so easily. I have to moisturize in the morning & at night.
so the search for the perfect moisturizer begins. I’m thinking I need a cream that’s easier to run through my strands.
two hours is what it takes to catch Nae up on life. two hours is what it takes for us to get out all our frustrations. two hours to talk about the past & plan for the future.
two hours where we should’ve been sleeping. two girls, two hours, too tired.