Of all the assignments and cats I did, keeping a graded journal was the hardest shit I’ve ever done in school.

Like what do you mean I pour my thoughts and feelings in a book for a lec to come and tick or mark over it?😂😂😂😂

Perused through it and im emotional at how far I’ve come. Wow the bad parts are so far back now. I am so grateful.

Elder sister made life so hard, Jesus Christ. I used to think of offing myself every morning at exactly 4:53am. 

Anyway, this just made me remember that I am literally a certified SGBV counselor? Why don’t I use that to help others more? Omg. I have papers I did this course for that specific purpose.

Also, me casually writing about pushing a man out of the bus because he pissed me off💯. Very real, very me.

Wah how I’m still here today truly is a sign that I have bigger purpose to fulfill. Because ain’t no way I survived everything I’ve lived through to not about to everything. Not something, because I already am, I’m right here right that so I am already something, a big deal.

Anyway, but it felt oddly nice to wait for those moments when lec would call me after reading my weekly entries and ask me how I’m doing.

She was so serious about this, keep two journals and alternate submitting them to her weekly. Love it, wish I could have this dynamic with someone in real life.

Wait… hmm. I might be onto something.

That feeling when your journal is being graded 😂😂😂😂😂.