Especially when that Nigerian is me.
I’ve been freezing my butt off in Washington, DC for the past week now which is surprising because only two years ago I lived in one of the coldest parts of America and I was actually used to the cold.
I guess two years in the blazing Nigerian sun makes you never want to back huh?
Well, I’m back in America.
I came because I needed to get away from everything.
This year got off to a seriously rocky start but there was a huge silver lining in that cloud so all I can say is I’m thankful I’m okay and my days of dating selfish, manipulative, cowardly, megalomaniac assholes are 100 percent over and FIRMLY behind me.
This is a no man, no love, no affection, and no romance year.
I can’t be with anyone when I’m so broken inside that I can hear the pieces crunching together every time I move.
I’m so tired.
And I realise that for so long I was torturing myself and punishing myself and trying to do penance for all the wrong things and mistakes I have made in my life.
And after all that punishment I don’t feel any better.
My Mom said to let everything go and give myself a chance to be happy.
I think it’s worth trying.
I have to fix myself not hope someone is going to ride in on a white horse and fix me or make it so i don’t remember i’m broken.
That’s MY job. To fix myself.
So I’m starting over.
I’m glad to be back. I’ve missed you guys!