I forgot how to be human
I forgot the essence of my being. I had forgotten how to be human. Stopped checking up on people. Forgot to greet people, neglected to be a friend, a sister, a daughter, a decent colleague. ( See while my results were good, the person behind them wasn’t a peach. )
#GuestPost: I’ve Done Some Reckless Sh*t In My Time
My experience with blogs begins with reading Nkocy’s posts and comes to a dramatic halt exactly where it begins.