Am I a good person ? The billion naira question. At the end of the day? I don’t know. I’ve tried so hard to define myself as a bad person with good parts. With loyalty. I wonder why that was who I wanted to be. I mean , I guess I do. It’s easier if people think you’re not any good so they don’t get disappointed when you actually do bad shit. No expectations, No worries, Still. That’s all about perception and what I want people to hear. What I want people to think. Am I good? Am I bad? I don’t know. Does anyone? I don’t think anyone is capable of anything totally good or totally bad. If I do know, Maybe I’m both. Maybe that’s who I am. A bad person capable of good things. A good person who sometimes does bad things. Maybe I’m good for some people. Maybe I’m good because of others. I’m bad for the same reasons. It’s a spectrum. Where are you on the spectrum? Where does your mind tell you that you are about to be your bad? Where does your mind tell you that you are your good? It’s a spe...
Alright alright, So the last time I wrote to y'all I went on a whole rant about how miserable I was and whatever. I still am for sure, I mean it's only been a day. I want to tell you guys how my birthday went. WARNING: This blogpost includes horrifying images of a nigga dressed like a Christian school teacher, with puffy eyes and fake smiles. I went to church guys. Can you believe it? The first thing that came to my mind was to go and give myself to our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ because this bitch didn't know what else to do. ( Go & give christ your life. Or don't. I'm not here to evangelise) I can't lie. The art of going to church is therapeutic for me. I don't give a damn about what's being said most of the time, if I'm being honest. Just sitting there has always helped me. ( God forgive me, but i hardly ever pay attention in church. I just keep my face serious so I look like im concentrating ) & you guys know I needed that because I ...