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                                              Escape Route. Writing. It all starts with the sources and stories; that's where it all starts. Not stories that exist full-formed and discerned. No. These are stories that consist of half-thought ideas, half-baked moments. Intuition ? Perhaps. Sometimes, I do not know where they come from. Just a bunch of words and imaginations stored up in my head, begging to be written down. Funny enough, writing came to me when I was in a dark phase. Do you know that feeling when you want to stop existing ? Stop being ? Take a break, do nothing. Hide in a dark corner and just disappear where no one would ever find you ? Do you know that feeling when you become such an introvert, that even the thought of someone else staying next to you repulses you ? How do I tell two truly concerned loving parents and my friends that their love is suffocating me? That I need space and time, the space to cry, cry myself to sleep, the space to shout, bre

                                      Raging Hormones. Hey guys. This is my first post. Obviously. Never really done this whole blogging thing before, so I decided to give it a try. Hope you guys enjoy it. BTW , constructive criticism is allowed :) So today, I just want to take out time to talk about we African teenagers. All teenagers love to have fun. Well, most teenagers. But this so called "fun" has reached a whole new level over the past few years. I just got off the phone with my sister and to say I was shocked would be the biggest understatement of the year.  First of all, I would like to say, being your true self is the best decision you can ever make. Not just for other people , but for yourself too. I mean , why deceive and lie to yourself over and over again just to fit someone's expectations or reach up to someone's standards ? There's no point in pretending to be someone else just for another person. There's no point in being a good ch