Break ups are usually very hard for me.
Now I have to delete pictures, nudes, mute contacts, avoid certain songs, and even clear my keyboard memories. Imagine months later, you type “Sam” and Samantha pops up and suddenly you start feeling your chest tightenhttps://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😔" title="Nachdenkliches Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Nachdenkliches Gesicht">

You’d just be enjoying a lovely sunny day and you’d just hear a voice telling you to check her twitter, then boom you see she’s already fucking another man.
It’s almost like you have a kink for embarrassment and emotional torture. https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😔" title="Nachdenkliches Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Nachdenkliches Gesicht">

Or imagine say you dey jam music one yeye artiste come use her name for chorus.
The night go long gannnnn

The one they don’t talk about is the food.
You fit go eat Macaroni make e turn to ofe onugbu for your mouth. https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="😔" title="Nachdenkliches Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Nachdenkliches Gesicht">

Life no fit dey the same,
Wallahi. No matter the healing, life don change for good

The funny part na when you wan pull “I’m healing, I’m flourish, I’ll getting the bag, I’m growing, I’m learning” and in reality you no kon dey win for life. Nothing going on for you in real life buy hey, Sapa dey for you https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="👍" title="Daumen hoch" aria-label="Emoji: Daumen hoch">

The worst na open relationship for the world to see.
Random two weeks after break up person go just yarn you, “chairman how far that your babe”