This is starting to become a vent here channel.

Ahhh sorry.

Lost my id and now I have to go to the most annoying place in the country.ugghh

Demoooo the annoying part is that my photo looks like it was taken right after I woke up from an accident. Ayiii

When I meet new people, I feel an urge to overshare so they can get to know me better. And I end up overwhelmed about it after.

Someone just told me I have a cheerful personality. Oh, I hope they don't find out about the channel.

Ngl it did make me happy.

I hope this place makes you feel welcome and I think you have a reason for joining. I truly appreciate your presence here.
It can sometimes be a bit depressing, but please feel free to say anything. I would love for you all to interact more.

When I say I love your morning face, I mean I love all the words in that sentence, I love love. I love morning and I love your face, I mean if love makes you blind then your face is my only means to distinguish day from night. I mean look at the day stretching it's arms to pull your ears, there is so much wonderful time. Traveling light years only to get lost behind them. When I say I love your morning face, I mean your pillow is the best damn hair stylist I know. I mean I stir all the lazy into my morning tea and it has never been more sweet, from your tangerine lips; I'm sipping the sun. From your warm breath; I almost burn my tongue. When I say I love your morning face, I mean the dark clouds from last night are clearing from under your eyes. I mean the ghosts from our goodnight kiss still linger around your lips. I mean I have lost so many mornings since the day that I met you, because I spend hours looking at your face till it's too late to do anything else. When I say I love your morning face I mean it's almost noon, wake up.

-Helly

why do I never learn, why do I always wanna come home, I always feel my worst here , but I keep longing for it

We probably keep wanting to go home because it feels familiar and comfortable, even if it often makes us feel bad. It might be a mix of nostalgia and missing certain people or things, even though home doesn’t always live up to our expectations.

People who sell skincare products on the streets respectfully leave me alone!!!!!, I know it's your way of hustling but no means no, y'all make me hate my skin more, and am not going to try anything on my face. They be telling me my skin looks worse and now I have to overthink about it the way back home.

When my little cousins visit, I always tell them not to touch my things. If they break or ruin anything and I get upset, everyone will blame me and say I should have put my stuff away properly. one of my cousins wrote in my notebook. Her writing was interesting for a 12 year old and didn't make me mad. What upset me was that she apologized but then continued writing. I did like it I probably would buy her a note book.

Her handwriting.the irony is she knows its mine. Mtsm..