Whenever I read my posts I find out how fucked up my life is. That’s basic. Sometimes I get superb revelations. Today, I’ve realized that I write everything in Dholuo. It might dress and walk and talk like English, but it is Dholuo.
I’ve woken up feeling fatigued and lethargic, but my balls are okay.
If Glamour lost its Luster would it still be glamorous?