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The Confessions of An Attention Whore:On Trials and Temptations

This piece comes from a place of love and from empathy. I write it because I feel like I have so many words and they are gagging me, stuck at my throat and adamant at getting out…   My soundboard

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The Confessions of An Attention Whore: Sacrifice for you? Why?

“I belong deeply to myself.”― Warsan Shire The first time I read Warsan Shire’s “Excuses For Why We Failed At Love”, I read it from a defensive stance. I was mad at quite a number of things, humans included. More so, 

The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: Neutral is Negative

  (These were taken on my phone at Coffee Casa)             This is another one of those. I have been battling with publishing this post. It has been seated as a draft for close to

The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: On Body Image and Self Worth

You have one body… All your life! You have one body… All your Life! I cannot say this enough!! You have one body…Just one. Your entire life! You are the one you are stuck with, your entire life!! For the

The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: On Focus And Goals

I have lost it! Focus that is… I have lost it and I am beginning to think I have never had it. This is a post on hard life lessons on finding this lost trait. I am one of those

Fire and Ice: Choice of Captivity

This feeling makes me feel bold Makes me feel special, like two teaspoons of gold Makes me feel wanted, like a jewel a-hold Makes me feel yearned for, in its slavery I’d gladly be sold This feeling makes me want

Resetting yourself

Resetting yourself

life , Post May 27, 2017

Hello, I am The Utopian Fantasy and I am an IT Fanatic. I remember I once tried studying Medicine and I believed I had a calling, to help people. I still believe I do have that calling, that need to

Be Happy

Be Happy

life , Myself May 24, 2017

I was not happy. I had not been happy for the longest time.I was the type of sad that dreaded life. I was growing into a bleak shadow of my self. My self drive was Kaput. I could not stand