happy sunday😃

It’s either embarrassing or almost fatal with me.

Life betam sera fet nat.

ellow
its genaa and am the most annoying person on holidays

but i hope y’all have a good one tho

the ባለሱቅ gave me free
chocolates tho.

i might overdose on sugar and die😃😝

if that’s possible.

chegeru i suffer engi almotm.

okay i will stop today should be a holiday

There's some sick satisfaction in playing the role others deem fit for you

remember when we were kids when we’d get beaten and they’d say ዋጥ አድርጊያት like silence could soften the blow.
That’s how life feels now.
standing over me with a belt.
If I say more, I might get hit harder.
so ዋጥ ዋጥ

he is waiting for his best friend,
i don’t think he knows that he is not coming.
he is all alone now.

what i’m sick of is this when did we all become writers? when did everything start needing an explanation a dissection, a thesis? why do we have to investigate every feeling, name every crack, analyze every breath? we’re so busy being aware that we’ve forgotten how to act, how to just be it’s all performance now understanding instead of living.
i am sick of myself for explaining.

i don’t want to know how awful i am,
and i really don’t want to explain
why i’m horrible.

i woke up angry.
pissed off but what do we do
ዋጥ ዋጥ

Enzo

i didn’t want to mention this( i dont want pity please) but my baby enzo passed away two days ago. he was a really good boy. he didn’t ask for much he didn’t even want that much attention. all he wanted in life was to run, eat, and play with his buddy, and sometimes cuddle too. they make me happy. i need them more than anything, they make my life better here, and i don’t think anyone would really understand that.
i hate death, but i hate pain even more. i hate that i couldn’t ask him where it hurt, and i hate that he couldn’t tell me either. the way he died felt like he was watching a big field and running in it. even though he couldn’t stand, his legs were running. all i could do was call his name and tell him he was a good boy. every time i rubbed his back, he stopped for a moment i think i was there in the field with him, and then he started running again. he was laying on his side, running, and then for a second he looked up at me and stopped moving. the thing is, he had just been resting. when we came back from the hospital, he was laying on my lap i was told he was going to be okay and i thought he would be okay. but my baby wanted to run and he did.
losing is bad and i know i will lose more and more i just hope god gives me the heart to really understand life more.

don’t use it as an attempt to slide into my dms too.
i will curse you out, dumbass!! ech
good night.

i have never seen an orange tree irl.

i love our culture but i never cringed so hard godddd

endeee