People in club house just open rooms to insult themselves, and claim to be ahead of each other with the “do you know who I am” statements. Every room I enter, “ *someonespeakingphonetics* you’re poor that’s why you’re still in Nigeria”
One minute you’re happy, the next minute a random wave of sadness and anxiety hits you and messes your mood and day up. The worst thing about it is that you can’t seem to shake it off no matter how hard you try.