Behind The Computer
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Bugujifi...not a word. I know.
So I've decided that I'm going to be writing my feelings like this is a diary. Except, it's not. It's an easy way for me to get some stuff off of my chest. And to be completely honest, I don't really care what you think of it. I just need to release some tension.
-Bearly_Ariey
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Teenage years are supposed to be fun, right? Yeah... Oyin missed that memo. Puberty didn't "glow her up", it dragged her. Life kept serving premium gbas gbos. God felt far. And being "the smart girl" suddenly stopped solving anything. This isn't a wild story. It's a true one.. raw, soft, and a little too relatable. A survival diary disguised as a book. Twenty phases of growing up without a manual: breaking, healing, repeating... and somehow still laughing through the chaos. If you've ever felt confused, overwhelmed, insecure, or like everyone else got life's instructions except you.. WELCOME !You're home. Read if you want something real, a little messy, and low-key comforting. Orr if you just want to feel seen for once. 🌚🤟🏾
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