I’m sick.

I’m sick. I’m so sick.

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I’m sick of not correcting people when they are wrong

I’m sick of listening to lies when I know they are not true

I’m sick of learning music lyrics, new ones pop up everyday.

I’m sick of obeying my native rules which says don’t correct elders when they are wrong.

I’m sick of putting gramaticule erors into consideration, you guys will tell me i just spelt grammatical errors wrongly. I just told you I don’t give a hoot anymore.

I’m sick of being timid and conservative, people take me for a fool already.

I’m sick of not being able to express myself through my speech, some say I’m dumb.

I’m sick of trying to please people. If you don’t like me, that’s your business.

I’m sick of listening to rumors, they are carried by FOOLS.

I’m sick of trusting people, my trust has just been sold to Jesus.

I’m sick of being so emotional.

I’m sick of people making me have a low self esteem, right now my self esteem is 100%✨

I’m even sick of writing what I’m sick of, lol.

On this note, I rest my pen and paper.

What is making you sick. Drop in the comment section. Let’s talk.♥♥♥

Author: oladewalaura

I am a girl whose aim is to innovate readers who visit my blog.

23 thoughts on “I’m sick.”

    1. Seriously, its very annoying, people believe money enhances respect. Old people bow to young guys just for the sake of their so called riches. It’s not over yet, if they don’t get their punishment now, they will get it later. Thanks for your comment. 💖💖💖

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  1. OK. I’ll play. I’ll raise you $100K. I’m sick of being sick. I’m sick of being in pain. I’m sick of, in one area, not knowing what is wrong with me. I’m sick, in another area, of knowing what’s wrong and neither doctors nor I can do a damned thing about it. And that’s not even getting close to things going wrong in my house and not having the $$ to pay a competent workman to take care of it. And still I have much to be grateful for. I bless my middle son, who lives with me and takes the best care of me that he can, and who keeps things running. I still have my mind. I can still ambulate with a walker. I still have friends. I have my house. I have my garden, an inspiration for some of my work. I have both hands, feet, arms and legs. Come to think about it, I’ll take that back about raising $100K. I’m not sick. Not sick at all.

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  2. Honestly aren’t we are all sick🤷🏾‍♀️
    I’m sick of society defining what is right and what is wrong.
    I’m sick of living with a tag because of how short i am or how dark i am.
    I’m sick of hearing complaints. I do my best and all I want is just a tiny little bit of appreciation.
    And most especially, i’m sick of my heart being so heavy over the things i’m sick of.

    Now that I have ranted a little, maybe i feel better and maybe I don’t🤷🏾‍♀️
    *Honestly, I feel a little better actually😂😂*
    I just believe that one day, we’ll all be superheroes, we’ll get over the things bugging us and be in a happy place.

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  3. Honestly aren’t we are all sick🤷🏾‍♀️
    I’m sick of society defining what is right and what is wrong.
    I’m sick of living with a tag because of how short i am or how dark i am.
    I’m sick of hearing complaints. I do my best and all I want is just a tiny little bit of appreciation.
    And most especially, i’m sick of my heart being so heavy over the things i’m sick of.
    Now that I have ranted a little, maybe i feel better and maybe I don’t 🤷🏾‍♀️
    *honestly, I think i feel a little better😂😂*
    I just strongly believe that one day, we’ll all be superheroes, we’ll get over the things bugging us and be happy.

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