Thoughts of a 20 year old child💭

“Las las, e don cast, Na everybody go chop breakfast 😂” NB: I’m not writing this from a place of personal sentimen, lol, maybe I am but anyhow sha. So, apparently (I don’t know if this English correct), everyone don chop breakfast. Either you were served or na you serve( anyways, all of us.na X-men, ifykyk) Talking from experience, breakfast isn’t one of my favorite things to experience, it isn’t anyone’s favorite thing (unless na you serve am, yes, you wicked person 😂😂). Honestly, I feel it’s a phase we all dread, Lowkey expect but dread because to an extent we’re all scared of that pain, that heaviness in our chest and that tears that never seems to end but the thing is that e go reach you my guy. As y’all know, I’m a lover girl and I really love love, call me the brand ambassador of the concept, love but omo the whole love thing hasn’t been nice to me and I don chop breakfast wey pass my power( inserts crying emoji). Soooo, I’m going to share a personal breakfast story and how I ...