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Who are you?


This is not meant to kiss your ass but to kick your ass out of that emotional pit you dug or were thrown into.

I didn't write what you want to hear but what you need to hear.

Serial Ranter

No matter how broken you are, there's someone out there who is willing and waiting to fix you up and patch every broken piece of you.

Bullshit!!!

You see this shit right here, is the reason why we are where we are in most relationships, which is mostly lost and nowhere good.

Relationships aren't hospitals.

It's not a rehab center.

By God, it's not a fucking mechanic shop.

You do not go in broken, expecting to be fixed.

Except it's a doctor-patient relationship.

Which it isn't.

You go in whole and complete.

It is the combined wholesomeness from both partners that make it worthy.

Only a twisted and selfish mind will go into a relationship in a broken state and expect to ruin someone else's wholesomeness.

It really takes two to tango, not one and a half.

Like, who wants a broken toy?

Have you ever seen someone go into a shop and say, I need a broken plate or a broken glass?

Or you walk into a car sales shop and tell the sales attendant, I need the latest Ford, black and broken, please.

There's no joy in fixing something broken, except you are being paid to do so.

If you are broken and twisted, don't get it twisted, heal first.

Patch yourself up.

No one will patch you up better than you would patch yourself.

Except you are a torn piece of clothing and it's a tailor, which you aren't.

Because no one loves you better than you, self-love remains the truest form of love.

Anything else has an expiry date.

In the end, you are the only one with the power to heal yourself.

You don't need a miracle for this kind of healing.

You need time and a conscious effort on your part.

Placing that power on someone else is a sick and twisted thing to do.

It's weak.

Nobody respects weakness.

It might look cute in the beginning, just give it time.

You will move from cute to liability in nanoseconds.

If you aren't respected, how can you be valued, nay loved?

Your worth will drop from dollar to naira in seconds.

Imagine if the person is a psycho, worse than where you are coming from..then you just committed emotional suicide.

You will die a second death in that relationship.

And you just might not resurrect.

Don't just read all these foolhardy quotes about love written by an average minded individual who knows next to nothing about love and euphoria.

Some of them just want to sell and trend.

Promising false utopia.

You don't need a Superman or a Wonderwoman

Put the cape on yourself and save yourself.

Be the hero you so desperately seek and fly out of trauma and pain.

You are not a fish.

Stop swallowing every hook, line, and sinker that teaches you to drown in pain and misery until you are saved by Prince charming.

You are a shark.

Prey, don't pray...

The weak and lazy stay up sleepless, praying for good health.

The strong, workout, eat right and sleep less until they are as fit as the hulk.

Maybe not the hulk, but fit all the same.

To handle another person, not carry or be carried!

You don't go into a relationship to carry someone, you won't grow muscles lifting dead weight.

You don't go into a relationship, expecting to be carried...

Don't be a dead weight be a light weight.

You go in fit enough to work together.

The stronger the team, the better the scoreline.

Instead of looking for the perfect partner to heal and mend your broken heart.

Rise up from the fucking bed, fix, mend and heal yourself first.

Remove the helmet, you won't fall.

Put the cape on and be the perfection you crave instead.

Nobody defines perfect better than perfect.

Be whom you seek and you shall find.

We all crave good health not broken minds.

Who are you?



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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