Yesterday on the queue a girl told me that my finger looks very good for thumb printing, that how we started talking and I told her they’re so many other things my fingers can do. She’s in my house right now and na her personal statement for admission I don dey type since morning.
I am always moody, I don’t even know how to come this. At times I think about work because am just collecting stipends, or think about having a good partner, or think about life in general. I often see most guys that come to me as deceivers.
I am just tired of everything, I need someone to talk to. To get a well paid Job is a hell, finding a good man is a night mere.
Most Nigerian employers are just too wicked!