《siyari.》𝟶𝟻.
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𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀.
𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙶𝙾, 𝙸𝙻
𝚂𝙸𝚈𝙰𝚁𝙸 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚁𝙴 ⸱ 𝙾𝙲𝚃. 𝟸𝟸𝙽𝙳
𓆙𓆙𓆙
I woke up from my nap and checked the time on my phone seeing that it was 2 in the afternoon. I got up from my bed, slipped on my house shoes, and walked to my bathroom.
Once I got into my bathroom, I cut the shower on and let it get the hot. I wrapped my hair up and then slipped on my bonnet.
Cutting the sink water on, I grabbed my toothbrush from out the toothbrush holder, took the cap off, put some water, toothpaste, water again, and then began brushing me teeth.
After I got done brushing my teeth, I got naked and got into the shower. I sighed in relief as the hot water hit my body.
I had 3 happy places. Under the bridge, my dreams, and my bathroom.
While washing my body, I rapped along to the song that was playing. Love Yourz by J. Cole.
His music is so calming and I can relate to it so much. He's so slept on.
After 10 minutes of thoroughly bathing my body and 30 minutes of just standing in the shower just letting the song play on repeat, I got out and wrapped my towel around my body.
I dried my body off and got dressed in my outfit for the day which was a red dress with some black fur slides, something simple.
I took off my scarf and bonnet, did my edges, grabbed my purse, keys, phone, and then left my room. I had to make a couple of stops before doing someone's hair tonight.
I had to pick up some groceries, and then go to the hair store to get some more products if Walmart didn't have them.
I left my room and walked to the front door of my apartment but before leaving, I checked to see if I had everything.
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After seeing I had everything, I left my apartment. I walked to the elevator and waited for it to open. Once it opened, I stepped in and pressed floor 1. I stayed on the 11th floor.
The doors to the elevator closed. While waiting for the elevator to get to the first floor, I just scrolled through instagram.
The elevator stopped on the first floor and the doors opened so I slipped my phone into my purse and left the elevator. I then left the building and made my way to my car.
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I wondered the isles putting stuff in my buggy.
I took out my phone while mumbling the lyrics to Love Yourz. Once I listen to a song on replay for a while, the words will get stuck in my head.
"Aye."
"Aye."
I turned around and seen the boy from my aunty house. "Me?" I asked pointing at myself.
"You the only person on this isle ain't you?" He asked. I mugged him.
"First off, don't do allat cuz ion even have to talk to you." I said, the mug was still on my face. He laughed a lil.
"Can I get yo number?" He asked.
"Ain't you one of my brother friends?" I asked scrunching up my face a bit.
"Sum like that," He answered. "But let me get yo number." He added.
"Ion like new people for real and ion need any new friends." I told him.
He took my phone out of my hand and went to typing away on it. He then handed it back. "I put my number in there and texted myself. Ima hit yo shit tonight." He said.
"What's yo name?" I asked.
"Masiah." He responded before walking away. I turned around, walked to my buggy, and started smiling.
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I looked at my phone and seen he saved his number as "𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲😼". Ima change it when I get in the car.
I finished getting the food and stuff i needed before going to self checkout. I didn't need to steal but there was no point in me paying all that damn money.
They be overpricing their food and ion like that.
Once I got done, I walked to my car, put the stuff in the trunk, put the buggy back, got in my car, and pulled off with the biggest smile on my face.
A nigga ain't try to get with me in a minute so when he came up to me it made me nervous but also made me feel good about myself.
My last relationship was like 4 years ago. We broke up because he cheated on me with men. He only used me as a cover up for him actually being gay.
I thought we actually had something, but once I found out, I wasn't tripping.
No one has tried to fuck with me since then and that made me feel insecure about myself and that there was something wrong with me, but now i'm not feeling like that too much.
Well, lets just see where this takes me.
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