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Let the past fucking go /             …..   Art spells nostalgia,

Dry season go home to my place. I’ll make money rain. 🎧💲💵



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Lately, I’ve been on the verge of quitting my sales job. I couldn’t take any of it anymore as I hurl myself through long days of September laying awake at night for as long as I can remember.

All I want is a fresh new start and good beginning to look onto. Something that largely agrees with my ideals and lifelong goal.

What’s worse is I made a confession to a guy I barely knew. Who by the way, didn’t really reciprocate my soul of feelings but passively acknowledge it.

Meg from Hercules would probably say, Boys are a pain – oh boy. Is she right. May the universe grant me a new life, and may I keep on writing for future’s sake.

Love loves and thanks for reading!


Out of war


Doubts  0:0:0

The Past is The Past, Today is Today.

Lately ive been in slight jolts over my decision to stay in the past few months over a job that downright kills and devalues my skills/ how do you deal w people exactly? ? ? You know, for the first time in my life years I was being bullied and lied upon.

I don’t know how to feel about this exactly, anon about my blank feel

What can I say but nothing,