STAY ALIVE.

15 hours ago, I was on a ride of my life, the one you guys call “ride or die”. This was really that like literally ride or die. Around 12 midnight , we set our minds that we was going to go for a morning run from around 5.30 in the morning . I had trouble sleeping so me and my cousin room chatted, I wasn’t really sure if I was going to wake up the next morning or not.

So I thought if I was going to die, I’d rather sit back and count my blessings, my mistakes and clear my conscience,but am sure some of ya’ll would spend it drinking or doing whatever. Haven’t checked my notifications {IT’S LITERALLY AT 732} on YouTube just before I did, I tapped on James Arthur’s song, “Can I be him”,

I swear I cried, for almost an hour, I don’t know why, I just did,

was I afraid I was dying ?,

was I afraid I didn’t try to make it work ? but instead put you before the feelings I had for you?,

was I afraid what might happen when am gone ?,

was I afraid who’d take my unfinished script ?,

who’d launch and brand my designs?,

Who’d live up to my dreams, ambitions, goals?

was I afraid who’d wear my clothes? , was I afraid who’d listen when they needed someone to be there?

was I afraid I’d never get my first kiss, have a true love story, get my heart broken, be a Dj at some important function like launching my first written screenplay?

was I really afraid, or was I just feeling pain…

I fail to answer all this questions and when Arthur pushed his notes on the song, I felt like I wanted to scream and be at the same level as his singing, afraid to close my eyes, afraid I might not open them again, I watched a some of Trevor Noah’s comedy on YouTube, read a couple of blogs and just when I got tired, the alarm went off for our morning run, it was 5.30 am, in the morning, Nolan said I don’t really have to go if they’ll end up carrying me all the way back home, I figured if I was to be dead, I’d better be running my last laps than sleeping on the couch.

#Black Lives Matter

#All Lives Matter

Stay safe, stay alive.

N.O 👣☯

ALREADY ???

I never had anyone genuine in my life. They come, get me attached and leave. They don’t call me or text me to tell me they miss me or love me. It’s always the other way around. And it’s come to a point where I just felt like maybe I’m better off alone to the point that lockdown isn’t affecting me. So, cherish those who misses you, because some of us just don’t have anything.

Nothing hurts worse than realizing the reason that they left, was just because they stopped loving you. It makes you question the very value of love and hurts in a way that is unshakeable. It makes you look back on how long you tried to tell yourself that they still did…even though you could see they were slowly walking away. That’s my situation currently. And unfortunately, I see not light and the end of the tunnel. I put extreme amounts of effort in trying to get them back in my life, even though they don’t love me or I assume… I step on eggshells when I message them trying not to sound needy. I do many things to distract myself from texting them my feelings. Staying away from them is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. If only I could tell them it’s all     because I want them back, I want back who I knew before, am stupid for you. Even after it’s been long gone. I sacrifice my happiness just hoping to avoid being hurt again. Yet I am chasing the very person who changed on me. Knowing that it would result in the same hurt as before…. Sick of the cycles. I need relief. Does anybody feel the same way?

It’s okay if you are feeling disappointed. it’s OK to feel bad and it’s absolutely OK to miss some   old memories. respect your emotions not like anyone really cares 😅 but recently my best friend hasn’t been talking to me because her new “boyfriend” is her new priority in life. Whatever happened to “No one can take your place, no can can replace you” I liked it when you were my little secret . I really miss her but time is time, right? Friends come and go and that’s all I can say. I feel like I fucked up.  My depression tells me she’s gone and I know she is. 💔I miss the old me the one who used to smile all the time without faking it how she used to talk to strangers without being afraid of something bad happening, how she used to hang up pictures on her wall that weren’t sad and most of all I miss when she wasn’t depressed.

 Ever feel like you are trying but it’s a battle with your mind? You know what you need to do to yourself where you need to be but you can’t find it in you to do it. You know if you don’t do it things will fall but you just can’t do it. You don’t know why you can’t but you just can’t. You wanna fix it and you know how but you don’t even try. What does it mean?

And yes, my cat died, on new month’s eve, tragic I know, I even thought  he committed suicide that’s crazy  I know. Whatever that means I got an idea though it’s really simple, May I loved you my guy, but God loved you more, rest easy. No more cat’s no more May’s after you.

 Hope this month will be different 🤗cause it’s mid-year and I got to change something’s around here.

Happy New June ya’ll .

Stay safe.

N.O 👣☯