This country is filled with wicked people, apparently me buying a ticket for a Nigerian national(who barely spoke English) to go through the barrier is “ticket fraud”. She didn’t know that at certain stations outside London you could not tap out
Lately, I've noticed everybody looks OK until you eventually have a deep conversation with them. And then, you'll realize that, this is a sad generation of people struggling to survive through smiling faces and pretty pictures.
Having no source of income as a woman and depending solely on a man sounds so scary to me. At least sell some lashes and have a little stash babe. Trust is great but a plan B is smart.
I don’t care how close you are with someone, how many years you’ve known them or the history. Never get too comfortable with telling people your personal business, insecurities, downfalls or struggles. A friend today can be a enemy tomorrow!
It’s a really humbling experience to realise your friends don’t place you on the same level of importance that you place them on. A necessary but humbling realisation.