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I broke up with my ex January because he needed to do better. We had back and forth but we finally ended it (more…)

I miss being in love and feeling loved in return. I miss cuddling and spending time together at his place, feeling cared for like a child. I also miss sharing my worries and plans with someone. I just want to give my whole heart and (more…)

The normal groping in the market was something girls we had to get used to, but trying to rape me in a bus. God I was sexually assaulted twice in a (more…)

There’s this lady on my timeline that I admire so much, beautiful and very hardworking. She’s a lot older than I am, almost twice my age, but i (more…)

I had a relationship and she basically fucked up my love life by cheating numerous times with stupid me taking her back a few times. I finally broke up but it became so toxic as we (more…)

Where do I even start from. I act like I’m ok but I’m not. I’m still stalking his page. I miss him

I dated a baby daddy. Broke up with him when I found out he was begging his baby mama for reconciliation. They’ve reconciled and she sometimes (more…)

This will never happen again, my girl told me she saw her period already. Girls can be so dramatic, i was (more…)

I’m tired of my life. I chat up girls on Tinder when I’m bored and just like that, I have slept with over (more…)

Rich doesn’t necessarily mean kind or generous. Twice in my life, I have briefly dated two classists. The worst one of them shamed me for the job I (more…)

Imagine meeting a nigga and he’s everything you want, and so much more even. I mean imagine finding (more…)

I’ve been single for 3years now, I’ve become so boring and don’t know how to hold a conversation with a (more…)

Last year a friend reached out to borrow money from me, he promised to return it two weeks later. I sent him the money, I had the intention of (more…)

I honestly just need a hug, just a hug and a shoulder to cry on, haven’t had one for the longest time. I’ve had to be the mother (lost my mum at 15), the big sister, the shoulder to cry on (more…)