sorry for the drop, but i’ve been writing something that feels more like a confession than a story
still in your teen years? or maybe you’re already on the other side, wondering who you were back then?
either way… "My First Time Living" isn’t cute. it’s not polished. it’s what it looks like when everything starts slipping—faith, friendships, confidence, even yourself.
Oyin’s story is soft, broken, messy. and if you stick around long enough, you’ll probably see pieces of you in her.
so don’t just scroll. READ IT.
if it makes your chest ache in that weird familiar way, VOTE.
if you relate, COMMENT.
and if it speaks to your soul… FOLLOW.
because maybe we’re all just trying to live for the first time too.