Tansanite

My friends calmed me down and told me, “If someone slaps you, consider why they did it. But if you have the right, slap them back.”
          
          Fast forward to later that day—I’m just minding my business, studying bio, when Salt and Pepper walk into the room like they’re some famous idols. They go to the corner, probably plotting their little threats or whatever, so I ignore them and keep studying.
          
          Next thing I know, I feel a hard pull on my arm.
          
          It’s Salt. She’s grabbing me, trying to drag me out the door.
          
          She’s saying, “You wanted to fck a bitch up, didn’t you? See, you wanted to fck a bitch up.”
          
          And I’m standing my ground like, “Don’t touch me. DO NOT fcking touch me.”*
          
          And that’s when she swung her hand and slapped me—then had the NERVE to go, “What are you gonna do about it?”
          
          And all I could think about was what my friends said. So I really stood there and thought. And thought.
          
          And then I realized—this is my right.
          
          So I raised my hand high as hell and slapped the SHIT out of her.
          
          Before she could even react—this bitch grabbed a big Stanley bottle and HIT ME SQUARE IN THE FOREHEAD.
          
          LIKE—WHAT???
          
          Comment for part 2.

Wait, let me tell y’all about my first fight. This was also in Kenya.
          
          So, there were these two girls (let’s call them Salt and Pepper) in our group. We were on a class trip and had all combined our money to buy a bunch of stuff—we had about 10,000 KSH (around 100 AUD). Now, tell me WHY Salt and Pepper didn’t contribute a single cent but still expected to eat and enjoy everything?
          
          Now, I especially hated Pepper. She thought she was the shit, always acted like she was better than everyone, and had a big attitude. Salt was just as bad, but she was more manipulative—she knew how to make people feel bad without being obvious.
          
          That day, they were acting all nice to us while we were out, but the moment we got back, the attitude kicked in. They were up in our faces, talking trash, but the second they wanted something, suddenly we were all besties again.
          
          Now, y’all know I can’t keep my mouth shut. If I don’t like something, I say it. And I was pissed, because not only did they eat most of the food, but 2,000 KSH disappeared. Keep in mind, they didn’t contribute anything, yet they had the nerve to be disrespectful?
          
          So, I had enough. I walked straight up to Pepper and said, “Do we have a fcking problem?”*
          
          She looked at me like I was crazy and kept talking to someone else.
          
          I said, “Coz I KNOW you ain’t ignoring me!?”
          
          My friends were like, “Girl, calm down.” So I let them handle it, and they told her we wanted our money back. And THIS BITCH—THIS BITCH—had the audacity to ignore all of us and just give me side-eye.
          
          I started laughing like a psychopath and went, “I’m about to fck a bitch up.”*
          
          And THAT'S when she finally spoke and said, “You have a lot of shit.”
          
          LIKE, WHO DID SHE THINK SHE WAS TALKING TO LIKE THAT??? Then she goes, “I’m going to report you.” Like that was supposed to scare me. She ran off to find Salt, and I was fuming.
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PA: So, I post on BOTH of my accounts, okay? So if you’re getting the same notification twice, just know—I’m sorry (but also, not really). Consider it a free double dose of me. You’re welcome. 
          
          

So guys, I almost died today. Seriously, no exaggeration.
          
          Picture this: I was casually scrolling through my Instagram DMs—just vibing, right? WRONG. I stumbled across my old messages. THE old messages. And let me tell you, I’ve never experienced trauma like this before. It was bad. Like, cringe-so-hard-your-soul-leaves-your-body bad.
          
          The worst part? The messages between my ex and me. I’m talking “what was I even THINKING?” levels of embarrassment. I almost deactivated my whole account right then and there. Like, why did I think typing “dat” instead of “that” was cute? Why did I call him “bro” like he wasn’t literally my boyfriend? BRO.
          
          Honestly, I’m sitting here wondering what kind of demonic possession made me think any of that was okay. And him? He was INTO me? I’m flabbergasted. FLOORED.
          
          But you know what? I can't even give you all the details because, honestly, your eyes might bleed trying to read through the horror. Save yourself. Learn from my pain. Never, EVER open the archives.
          
          

WE BEAR BEARS WAS MY CHILDHOOD
          
          YOU JUST EARNED YOURSELF A FOLLOWER, MAH FRIEND

So I need to send this to 15 people, and you're the first person I thought of!!
          Read it all
          
          We are true friends
          
          We ride together, we die together
          
          Send this everybody you care about, including me, if you care.
          
          See how many times you get this.
          
          I want you to know you are an amazing friend, till death and forever.
          
          If I don't get this back I understand.
          
          But I have a game for you.
          
          Once you read this letter. You must send this to 15 people including me.
          
          If you get at least 3 back, you are loved.
          
          Nobody knows how important something is, until you lose it.
          
          Tonight (right at 12:00pm) the person you love will realize they love you.
          
          Then, at 1:00pm to 2:00pm, be ready for the shock of your life.
          
          If you break this chain, you will have bad luck.
          
          With love, send this to the 15.
          
          If you don't you will turn ugly in one year.
          
          A friend told me to do this, so pass it on.
          
          Tomorrow Two boys/girls will ask if they can have your number.
          
          Send this message to 15 nice people or bad luck starts for a whole year.
          
          This is not fake.
          
          
          ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

HALP I HAVE TO SEND THIS TO FIFTEEN PEOPLE --
          but I do mean it:
          Read it all
          
          We are true friends
          
          We ride together, we die together
          
          Send this everybody you care about, including me, if you care.
          
          See how many times you get this.
          
          I want you to know you are an amazing friend, till death and forever.
          
          If I don't get this back I understand.
          
          But I have a game for you.
          
          Once you read this letter. You must send this to 15 people including me.
          
          If you get at least 3 back, you are loved.
          
          Nobody knows how important something is, until you lose it.
          
          Tonight (right at 12:00pm) the person you love will realize they love you.
          
          Then, at 1:00pm to 2:00pm, be ready for the shock of your life.
          
          If you break this chain, you will have bad luck.
          
          With love, send this to the 15.
          
          If you don't you will turn ugly in one year.
          
          A friend told me to do this, so pass it on.
          
          Tomorrow Two boys/girls will ask if they can have your number.
          
          Send this message to 15 nice people or bad luck starts for a whole year.
          
          This is not fake.
          
          
          ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

BTW if you don't mind my asking what time zone are you in, where do you live? I'm in Southern California

OMG THANK YOOOUUU ILY SO MUCH!! ♥️ ♥️ ♥️

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