Chronically beautiful

IMG_4889.JPGHello, my name is James Murwa most of my friends call me Jamie, I am your average nineteen year old just going through things above average.
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I have had everything in life, I have always been a ladies guy, I am intelligent and I was nicknamed Einstein. My dad is a cardiologist and my mum is a lawyer. My dad and mum were always there for us despite the fact that their jobs were demanding. They have always worked hard to ensure I get the best, from education to healthcare.I only have one sibling, my sister, Katie. She’s the apple of my eye, she’s beautiful alright, dripping melanin, she has really beautiful eyes and her voice is so soothing. She’s my world, I would do anything to protect her, she’s only twelve. Life was perfect I tell you, my sister and I never understood the meaning of “lack”. It was something that never existed in our vocabulary. We had family holidays to Mauritius, Dubai in UAE, UK, Australia I had practically travelled the whole world and I was always interested in aeroplanes and my dream was to be a pilot. My life was planed out, I had to read and pass my A levels then go to an aviation school. Life seemed all easy, a bad day for me meant that my Emperio Armani watch didn’t look good with my Calvin Klein shirt.
Things came crashing all at once, like a house with a bad foundation. My life was turned upside down. It was on 24th May, 2014 at around nine in the morning when it all happened. I was in a psychology class presenting a project. I was meticulous when it came to my academics but on that day my voice was quivering I was no longer exuding confidence. The room started getting dim, then I passed out. The next thing I knew I was in the emergency room at The Aga Khan University Hospital, Nairobi. I honestly did not understand what had happened to me. I saw saline flowing through the IV line. This was the beginning of my nightmare, this was the devil’s composition alright. The doctor thought it would be better if I were admitted in hospital as they run some tests. As we waited for the admission process to begin (it’s usually a long wait), I felt funny. Funny in the sense where I was having hallucinations, I saw things that weren’t there. I felt raw fear engulfing me then I felt my muscles contract and relax. It was like a turbulence but the pilot doesn’t have control of the aircraft. When it happened I felt every moment, I felt the twitch of the muscles, the lack of breath, the pain in the muscles, it felt like my head is being knocked against the wall. I kid you not.I felt excruciating pain, I felt the jerks as they come and all I can do is hope they stop. I never imagined that I would be seated in a neurologist’s office but I was there listening to him, what he said was gibberish to me. He recommended an MRI, he was also recommended an EEG (electroencephalogram) and some other tests I don’t recall. I feared the results, the MRI was perfect but the EEG was gut wrenching, abnormal electrical activity they say, they call it epilepsy. For all those ignorant buffoons, epilepsy is not jerking or convulsions, it is abnormal electrical activity in the brain resulting to a seizure. I was started off on medication, Epilim, this drug is a monster.
My decade long dream of being a pilot was crushed within minutes. I have dealt with stigmatization and bullying. I lost most of my friends, very few people talked to me. My best friend even said I was mad and he wishes I die. I have received really nasty comments. I have battled depression and I get tired of dealing with ignorant people. Have you ever been told congratulations for not going to hospital this month? Do people ever realise the impact of this statements? I have heard all sorts of statements, from epilepsy is witchcraft to I fake my condition. I feel like I no longer have a quality life, I’m just living because I’m still breathing. I can’t be too happy, I can’t leave the house alone. I live in constant fear of a seizure. Having a seizure is like being told the engines of a plane have failed and the hydraulics aren’t working so you wait to crush. I no longer swim, that was my life. I quit aviation club and now I am in Science club, I figured if I still want to work in the aviation industry I’ll do something like aeronautical engineering and be an inflight engineer. It’s cumbersome and hurts sometimes but I’m a warrior. IMG_4890.JPG
This is project Chronically Beautiful it has been started with the aim of spreading epilepsy awareness. In Kenya, it is estimated about 800,000 people live with epilepsy. It is time we fight the stigmatisation and ignorance. Join me in spreading awareness on epilepsy, please post a photo or change your profile picture to any photo that supports epilepsy awareness and tell all your friends. In Kenya we have the National Epilepsy Coordination Committee whose aim is to spread awareness on epilepsy,please visit their website for information http://www.epilepsykenya.com. For more information on epilepsy you could read about seizures on Epilepsy Foundation at http://www.epilepsy.com

 

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Why do we do it ?

tumblr_m4g99v4KwI1rwvrl8o1_500I get tired of hearing these words “cause society says this”. I keep on questioning myself on who society is, because I genuinely do not think it’s some person seated next to Satan passing judgements to people. Society is us, the people and sadly most of us do things for the sake of society which is sad, in your head you’re always thinking what will they say. Please tell me how that is taking you, personally I can’t live such a life. Let me ask you why are you reading this? Is it because you received an email and it tells you Mich Abiero posted something or because I am your friend and you feel compelled to do read my blog. What I find sad is that life is purely monotonous for many. I dread such a type of lifestyle. You see, I strive to live an extraordinary life something that will be remembered for eons. Why you may ask? I want to inspire somebody, be someone’s mentor and be that person someone says I want to grow up and become like them.
Let me ask you a really simple question why do you do what you do? Why do you read? Why do you eat? Why do you wake up early? Why do you go to work everyday? What I really find beautiful about life is that we have the power to engineer it how we want it to go, you have the design and you create it. I tend to have this habit of questioning everything I do, what is my motivation to do it? Why do I need to do it? Once you have those answers, trust me nothing will stop you from achieving what you set your mind to. If I told you of all my ambitions, you’d say I’m delusional. Stop worrying about society, because you only live once and you don’t really want to live with regrets. Don’t do anything to please people, the most important thing is to be happy with yourself then the rest can come. Do it for yourself, do it for your sake. As you start today ask yourself why I do need to do this and if your answer satisfies you, you’re heading in the right path.
Thank you for reading this, have a lovely week.

Sonnet 002: Michelle Abiero

Thank you so much for this. It just my day. Aboge is one of the best bloggers I know and is one of my best friends

Your Name is Your Shield

Michy AbieroMichelle Abiero

From a village in Kano, Kisumu
Emerges a beauty, Michelle Abiero
In church was our friendship debut
From F’Mile to ALA, she’s a hero
Her beauty will never ever decay
Her two front teeth wonderfully apart
Marriage would cost me many a bouquet
Ears not mere decorations, well alert
Maya Angelou could describe you well
‘Phenomenal woman’, though you a girl
Your Luo figure casts a confusing spell
Kenyan Mafisi gets thrown in a swirl
Shakespeare would ask you a better query
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?

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When he said he loved me

Hello folks, I find the idea of a human life growing inside of me interesting. I wonder whether its pulse has the rhythm as mine, whether it is able to feel the change in my moods. It is all intricate. I saunter round my room reminiscing the events of this monstrous year, 2012. My name is Abigail Waithaka, I am sixteen and I am pregnant.

I am about to tell you how my life got flipped upside down. I was your typical nerd, in form 2, living the life. I was assiduous, I dug into my books and sought help from teachers whenever I had problems in understanding anything or when I came across a problem I could not solve. I wasn’t a social butterfly, the only time people talked to me was during exam period. I was the Albert Einstein in Physics, the Marie Curie in Chemistry, the Charles Darwin if Biology, the William Shakespeare of English Literature. You get it? I was that student who considered an A minus a fail in a difficult Computer theory paper. I was a school prefect, I was popular in school. I was revered because of the awards I had won in academics, debate and the conferences I had attended. Everyone knew I was destined for success.

There is one thing very few people knew about me I was insecure, I wasn’t beautiful as the others. I was skinny, I wore braces and glasses. Some girls in my class called me ‘Ugly Betty’ but I wasn’t surprised, they had done worse. Some of the cruel atrocities they had been committed had to be seen to be believed. They were nothing but monsters. The only thing that made them human was their DNA (which I highly doubt if they know what it is) apart from that there was no difference between them and beasts. Words hurt that’s what many don’t realize. I wasn’t confident about myself.

One day, I was at the library studying when Martin, a form four, came to talk to me. This boy was not one of the people you would fail to notice. He stood out with his height and caramel complexion and tough looks exuding good health and a little full of action. He had hazel eyes and this thick British accent. He was popular alright, every girl liked him. He was intelligent and sporty, mostly swimming he was my motivation to see swimming galas He came and sat next to me. This seemed so surreal, he even knew my name. In my head, I knew he probably be familiar with those attending the Mathematics contest since he was also attending but that wasn’t the case. He said we should become good friends. We became so close, he told me I was beautiful, I was amazing. I was on cloud nine. Then in July he asked me to be his girlfriend. This was infatuation but he said it was love. He said he loved me. I was turning 16 in August, he took me on a date, and it was amazing. He invited me to his place. It seems his folks swam in money, he held my hands tightly and looked me in the eye and said “You know I love you”. I felt an electric current run down to my stomach and into my hands. It was dark. That night I lost something to him, my flower, something I will never get back. He said he loved me that was enough.

I missed my period for two months, I was worried and I told my mother. I was vomiting, maybe typhoid. I was also weak. I went to hospital. The doctor says, “Abigail you are pregnant.” I blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears. A fat tear freed itself from the pool that had gathered in my eyes. It dropped down on my thumb then rolled on a handkerchief I was twitching nervously. My mother was dumbstruck so was my dad. I told Martin and he was shocked, he said I should abort the kid, that we both had promising futures we can’t let a child screw that up. When he said he loved me, it was a lie.

The truth, such a bitter pill to swallow. I am no longer in school and my pregnancy is becoming more noticeable. This wasn’t in the plan, I was to go to Yale and do forensic pathology. I feel horrendous and guilt. I gave him all I had and what did he give me? A child…. Classic.I can’t blame this innocent baby. Next time when he says he loves you be wiser.  Image result for teenage pregnancy tumblr

 

Broken

I write this in coast, I am at Sarova Whitesands. I have a vantage point of the Indian Ocean. There is some charm in Mombasa I cannot fathom. The ocean is blue and clear something about it takes me back to my childhood, I think it is because I remember my Geography teacher talking about rising and falling of sea tides as an effect of rotation. I forgot to introduce myself, I am Dr. Khalid Barasa. I am twenty three years old. I just graduated from the University of Nairobi with a Bachelor of Science in Medicine.
My friends think my life is awesome. I think its cause I have money, ladies and looks. I am partly Arabic, I work out everyday to keep my body in tone. I don’t find my value in materialistic things, if that’s where your happiness comes from it’s repulsive, you don’t have inner happiness. Being a doctor is cumbersome and frantic, I really do like my job I have always believed in the sanctity of human life and preserving it is a huge honor but the journey to being a doctor was worse. Let me take you to my childhood. I wasn’t brought up in your typical household. I grew up with an alcoholic mum and an adulterous and dead beat dad. I have a younger sister, Kiran, she is seventeen, she is my world and I always do my best to protect her from harm’s way. She is heaven-sent, she is hardworking and unlike her peers she isn’t trying to be famous by practicing uncouth behavior on social media, she is in a leadership academy in South Africa. It is her hard work that took her there.
From age eight, I have seen my parents barking insults at each other. My dad was constantly cheating on my mum, the only woman he was never seen with my mum. We lived in Buruburu but the life we lived one might have easily thought we lived in the slums. My dad used every penny he got to treat his women with lavish gifts and exclusive trips but he couldn’t pay my school fees. I had to transfer from my former primary school which could have been mistaken for an international school to a public primary school, the school was great I can’t complain much.
Things got tougher, we lived on a shoe string budget. The little mum got from her kiosk business is what paid the electrical and water bills, put food on the table and paid our mortgage. We are all human, it was just a matter of time before she lost it. She turned to alcohol, it ‘helped’ her drown her sorrows of poverty and not being a good enough mother. We all had to adapt to all this I feared most for Kiran. She was nothing but a child. She was born in a place full of violence. I would constantly hear wails from my parents’ bedroom. Domestic violence. Alcoholism. Adultery. A broken family. I did everything I could to protect Kiran to ensure we wouldn’t turn out like them. That was my life, my dad left home when I was fourteen. I passed in KCPE and got a scholarship to go to high school. This school was for the rich kids so I did their assignments and laundry at a fee to ensure Kiran wouldn’t suffer. I became a school prefect, but I wasn’t happy. I had stellar grades and by form four I had reached my breaking point. I was tired of life. What was there to live for? I did my KCSE and got a mean of A-. By this time we were living in Kibra, I was tired. I was hopeless and desolate. I turned to weed for six months and that one time Kiran saw me smoking, she cried and asked me “I thought we were not to be like them.” I eventually stopped. Through Allah’s grace I got a scholarship the university to study medicine.
This is how I am here, I fought depression and I won. It might sound impossible but I am here enjoying the cool breeze in Mombasa on holiday.

Depression is real, last year in Kenya 7128 people committed suicide , this year’s estimate is 9000 people. Join Fmile to reduce these numbers. It’s ‘No more fake smiles campaign’ all you have to do is post a photo of you not smiling on Instagram or Facebook write something you feel can help someone battling depression with the hashtag #nomorefakesmiles on Instagram and tag us @fmileofficial. Like our page on Facebook @Fmile help someone get help. 7128 is more than a number. These are families and people. Let’s fight depression

No more

My name is Riley- Grace. I am seventeen  years old.  .I am your ordinary teen just living an extraordinary life. This is the story of my life.

 I was born to a filthy rich family, my dad is an ambassador, an interesting fact is that he is Australian and my mom is a doctor,she is Kenyan. I love my parents so much, the thing is with them I’ve never had the urge to rebel, they are like the two extreme ends of a spectrum and it brings a strike of balance at home. I have two brothers, Austin is eighteen he’s always been the intelligent one in family, he has always been scoring straight As. He’s an extrovert and there is no time his mouth is ever shut. We are extremely close. I think it’s cause we’ve been there for each other. This fall he’s joining University of Sheffield to study software engineering. To be honest, I’ve always hated computer science I took it up to IGCSE level and I got an A. My other brother is Samuel, he is twenty three. He has always been the voice of reason in the family, calm, composed and collected. He’s rarely in Kenya that’s because he’s a commercial pilot for Emirates. I honestly do not know where he is at the moment, the last time I talked to him was three days ago and he was in Thailand. I have a tight knit family, we’re always there for each other. I’ve always been a daddy’s girl that’s why I desire to be a diplomat, maybe work for World Health Organization. I’m actually sitting for my A- levels this year . I cannot wait to finish high school.

 I am the school captain. I do have leadership skills, I think I was chosen because I do well in academics and I’m a human rights activist. Passing exams isn’t that hard, all you have to do is read. All I am saying is that you need to prioritize your activities, that’s why I don’t go out on school nights. Plus I’m not an extrovert. I am mostly with my best friend, Njoki, she’s really pretty. Her hair flows behind her back like a river in an exotic forest. She’s not too light or too dark, her complexion is titrated through a chemical formula unknown to man. Her beauty is like outer space beauty – never seen on earth. She has a vivacious figure, she was blessed. God must have created her on a Sunday afternoon after receiving His praises. She’s really funny and is such a great listener. She’s told me time and again life would be boring without me, I don’t believe her. I cannot forget, my better half, Matteo, he looks like a Calvin Klein model I know that makes me sound superficial but I’m not. I have known him pretty much my whole life and we’ve been through a lot from the time his parents divorced to when I lost my closest cousin to leukemia. He’s learnt to love my flaws and my perfections. Everyone says I have the life but really I don’t.

I have rheumatoid arthritis,it’s an autoimmune disease. It’s been difficult but I’m still standing. My bones hurt as hell, they occasionally swell but I have to live with that.I rarely discuss my health. I have my pediatrician to do that every two weeks. I have to take drugs daily that’s difficult you know. I’m a YouTuber, I have a large following on Instagram 30,000 to be precise. It comes at a price. I get hate mail a lot of times. I have hate pages

” Riley is TOO THIN”

Riley is UGLY,  being biracial doesn’t make you pretty”

“Riley is such a BRAT,  so what if your dad is a diplomat?”

“Riley’s hair looks like a  BIRD’S NEST”

“Riley should just DIE”

 People talk about things they don’t know about. In school, I hear the comments people make about me when I am walking in the hallway. It hurts a lot. I started self harm, my wrists have scars, I would overdose on painkillers, I never sought help so one day I cut my wrists so deep aiming at the veins, the pain was excruciating. I never wanted to feel anything ever again. Today is my funeral, my dad is in tears I see pain in his eyes. Mum is hurt, she says a prayer. Dad holds her against his chest. Austin and Sameul are fighting back their tears and pain. Matteo is wearing the infinity bracelet I gave to him, he gazes at it, he cries uncontrollably. On his lock screen is a photo we took on my 17th birthday. Njoki looks like she’s about to die, she scrolls through her gallery and our conversations, streams of tears cascade down her cheeks. I’ve been dressed in white and everyone is in white to symbolize peace. Austin goes into the house to listen to Fix you by Coldplay. He breaks down, it was my favorite song. I performed it at a concert last year. I am sorry


Depression is real, last year in Kenya 7128 people committed suicide , this year’s estimate is 9000 people. Join Fmile to reduce these numbers. It’s ‘No more fake smiles campaign’ all you have to do is post a photo of you not smiling on Instagram or Facebook write something you feel can help someone battling depression with the hashtag #nomorefakesmiles on Instagram and tag us @fmileofficial. Like our page on Facebook @Fmile help someone get help. 7128 is more than a number. These are families and people. Let’s fight depression 

Dying slowly

Am I fine? Of course I am,

The hours I cried were nine,

I no longer want to dine,

Do you know how it feels to die slowly but painfully?

To be alive yet dead inside,

Slowly I die,

I should give up,

But I am almost through with the final lap,

Like an aphid you sucked the sap,

To this date,

I still wonder,

How you broke me and continued with life,

What you were to me was a lyse,

I sleep really late,

In bed awake wondering if this is my fate,

The past still haunts,

It still daunts,

I never healed,

You never gave me the opportunity to,

You spoke a lot of things,

It affected me,

These days I go for counseling,

These days I go for psychotherapy,

These days I take anti-depressants,

You never knew?

You never really knew?

You called me the worst of names,

And you expect me to feel the same?

What was your aim?

Now I am dying slowly,

If it was your aim, you achieved it,

Your insults were lit,

In bed I sit,

My wrists I slit,

I throw a fit,

I break down,

I have a frown,

What is the point of living?

I am dying slowly,

I wish nothing but this for you,

The pain,

So that it cam drive you insane,

So that you can feel these emotions,

So that you can go into depression,

So that you can know how it feels to be dying slowly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Motherland-Kenya 

Hello guys! I’m here to talk about my beautiful motherland, my country- the 254, Kenya. After the general elections on 8th August 2017 it got me thinking about my country, the beauty of it and what I love about Kenya. What I love most about Kenya is the diversity so this is a country where we have 43 tribes- those are 43 unique languages, cultures and heritages and none of them is superior to the other. It takes me back to 12th December 1963, when we were given independence we all know about the struggle for independence for us to be a sovereign state I don’t think tribe mattered at that time all we knew is that we wanted independence.I don’t think I’m able to list all the tribes but it’s cool. Kenya is so diverse everywhere I go I see the beauty in Kenya, take me to Nairobi I’ll show you the beauty. Let your mind travel with me.

My father calls it the city of many lights. Living in Nairobi is a hustle that I must admit, here we have ambitious people who came from the rural areas to chase their dreams, not scared of the mockery, not afraid of failure. We have the extremely rich and the extremely poor, everyone just trying to put food on the table. The crazy traffic, many working hours, raves and anything and everything you can imagine.This city is never asleep, Nairobi is just diverse and beautiful so one day I’ll come here and chase all my dreams, make money and live a luxurious life. 

Sail your mind to Kisumu city , Kisumu dalla the Lakeside City  here we say Kisumu ber meaning Kisumu is good. Well this is my home I live here and I have never fallen in love with a place this much . What I love most is the people, you see the main inhabitants of the place are Luos and they are quite hospitable although they can be a bit rough when pushed to the wall,I love the pride they have in their culture and themselves you’ll never hear a Luo say he is broke he is going through financial challenges they  say daktar (doctor) they allegedly preserve the i for iPhones and iPads, they don’t call people househelps they are domestic affairs managers, ne bii Kisumu (Come to Kisumu). The food is wonderful here the common food is mostly fish( rech)and ugali(kuon) , I love the sunsets from Lake Victoria they are breathetaking. Life here couldn’t be any better. So travel with me to Naxvegas or Nakuru  

Welcome to Nakuru also known as Naxvegas imagine the Kenyan version of Las Vegas yeah we got you here in Nakuru. Think business, entrepreneurship, money. Think of exclusive parties,clubbing and raves, we are talking about casinos, parties and things I shall not mention on my blog.If you’re not about the life of the night we have Lake Nakuru National Park, home to the flamingos, it’s so peaceful. It gives you time to reflect on life and be peace with yourselfmost relaxing place I’ve ever been to though I prefer Naivasha. The people here are fantastic, so caring and loving. Nakuru is my second home. Saisere (goodbye)

Let’s go to coast people, Mombasa

 Wagwan guys, I simply love Mombasa here I’m one with the ocean as its waves speak to me. The beach is full of people who remember they only live once, here the people radiate good vibes as I take a walk along the beaches all I want to do is eat some yummy Mahamris as I try to speak some Swahili. I want to go to Fort Jesus and know about our ancestors, for me to feel as one with them. I want to go sky diving, I feel so much at peace here. Mombasa I’m coming back for you, you taught me how to live, love and laugh. Shukran (thanks)

My people let’s go to the highlands, of course we are going to Murang’a where my life all started best 3 years of my life. Niatia, wi mwega?( Hi, how are you?) I don’t seem like a farm girl but you know what I love tea and you know where tea comes from the farms. Sometimes I just want to be in contact with nature and do something to preserve nature and well farming that’s my answer. Take me back to Muranga the origin of my accent, my beginnings, my roots. I love this place I don’t know about you but I’m in love with the people, the culture and the food. Bring me some mukimo and githeri. Another thing I love about these people is how highly they think of their women, to my people there ningwendete!(I love you )

I wish I could talk about everything I love about Kenya but I would be writing a book. In conclusion there’s so much beauty in Kenya it’s a matter of what you decide to see. Tribalism is sickening, our cultures are different let’s embrace that so are our languages and heritages but you decide whether this will segregate us or bring us together, believe me or not it’s on you. I say no tribalism, we are one. If you read in history our differences arise from our origin.

Kenya is my motherland, this is where I’ve grown up and spent most of my life and I love this place. Proudly Kenyan 🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪

~Abiero Michelle~

BEAUTY QUEEN 

Hey guys it has been eons since I wrote this is because majorly I did not want to deliver something that was not of my usual standards or at par with what you expected. So this year has been a year of changes, a lot of them for starters I joined high school and it’s extremely different from middle school and whoever told you high school is fun kind of sugar coated the truth, no we don’t go funkies all the time and whenever you go to another school sweetheart it’s mostly Maths contest or Chemistry contest something of the sort so please if you haven’t joined high school and you’re joining soon please make use of your brain cells. I also thought we would form some sort of  bond with my classmates and I realized I do miss my best friends and if you’re reading this I really miss you except one who I see everyday in school but I still love you.

Now one thing I met in high school were cliques/sororities/ squads whatever you want to call them, I really do hate them and they tend to have a leader, cliques are one of the most dumbest things to do in high school well apart from taking Music thinking you’ll be asked to name two of Beyoncé’s albums or two tracks in the album Humble or quote a line from the song Hymn for the Weekend by Beyoncé and Coldplay and all you’ll be doing in class is singing no it doesn’t work like that, so back to the leader of the clique no offense actually all offense meant  the rest of the clique are like puppets with no brains and their lives revolve around the leader. So the leader is Beauty Queen she’s usually well known, mean, beautiful and also dumb she mostly supports the theory “Beauty with no brains” I’m not trying to see all Beauty Queens are dumb or something but then again it doesn’t have to be academically.

So I met Beauty Queen at the canteen  I hear she has all the boys’ attention in school so humble me a mere newcomer and a junior I stepped on her accidentally . Prophet Mohamed of Mecca! You might have thought I had burnt the girl with sulphuric acid yani she’s just there shouting and screaming I apologize but no the girl wanted me to lick her.  Girl did you forget your common sense somewhere ? I let the story slide. Second encounter with her dammit, I preferred Hitler to her  I see walking shaking her non existent hips next to senior boys and all over the pillars like it’s a strip club instead of reading Memories We Lost (the setbook that will screw many of us between 2018 to 2020) but it’s okay.


So we wonder what’s my problem with Beauty Queen ? She thinks the world revolves around her no darling you’re not the sun, so relax. What I dislike most about you is that you take pride in humiliating others, you like making others feel small it makes you pathetic but I’m aesthetic. I’m sure you got skeletons in your closet, some of the people you know are such professional stalkers that they should be working with FBI so if you see a couple of things on Instagram that you didn’t want to be known look for them. So I’m not pretty like you, and probably someone looks like something that you’d draw with your left hand with eyes closed when high don’t point it out, it’s not like we mention that your personality is more plastic than Kim Kardashian. You’re so superficial, with the fake laugh and accent with a fake lifestyle. Try reminding yourself the last time you were real with yourself. You’re so wicked that you might get Lucifer sacked no seriously you are, he sits down taking notes from your actions.

I am so sure we know a Beauty Queen in our lives, generally they are all irritating. But they say we have to have tolerance with others. Cheers to Beauty Queen we are all gathered here ranting about you feel free to start using quotes like “Haters make me famous” or “Haters gonna hate”. Bye my lovelies