The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: Of Sailed Ships

Muse: My Chocolate Doughnut ..if you know ,you know đŸ˜‰ I’d stick my teeth into your awesome chocolatey goodness every damn day… Might I add, she is looking like a 5 course gourmet meal today, heck she looks like this everyday. ( ok focus Angie, Focus)   Where were we?… Some relationships were meant to …

The Confessions of An Attention Whore: On Dreams Unachieved and Steps Untaken

                I wrote this post on the 15th of November 2017. I did not publish it. Publishing it felt like I was admitting to failure and much as I’d like to think I am fearless, admitting to failure is not something I would readily do. It means that …

The Confessions Of An Attention Whore: On Trust

“Do you trust me?” he asked, half expecting that this was a rhetorical question and half holding his breath as he really didn’t know what answer to expect. This is one of those questions I answered so easily. Come to think of it, how easily the answer flowed was reason to panic. But to be honest, …

Be Happy

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 my days, they were characterised by a total lack of will to do anything and …