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january 11, 2026

12:43 am

january 11, 2026 12:43 am

okay so last night i downloaded hinge. just to see if i still got it. (i do, btw). i’ve been feeling soooo low on flirts lately, and i just wanna feel something. the winter months… especially in this cold ass city… i’m feeling lonely! i’m not too fly to admit that. the nigga i would prefer is never leaving his city nor does he appear able to break the karmic cycle he’s in with his old lady. no problem. my roster is cleared, the year is new… i’m just doing shit to keep myself entertained, tbh. i know i’ll delete the app within the week. i work so hard in my day to day! i seek play and fun and shits and giggles. sue me.

next month, i’ll go back home to LA to make more music for the album (presumably). escaping the winter: part two. in the meantime, i’m buckling down on figuring out what to add to ‘me rn’, sticking to my scheduled routines that now involve a weekly date with my bestie syena :-), and tending to every single one of my needs while i fight to evade the flu.

i’m at work. i worked yesterday & the day before, too. tomorrow is my friday. the weeks go by so quickly. before i leave for my work trip, i want to take my braids down and have my fro out in LA. that’s something i’ll have to dedicate a couple of days to. i miss my hair so much, so it’ll be worth it. i go to this lady around the corner from my crib and she washes + blowdries it for me. i don’t have the patience; my shit is tew thick. i’ve had these braids in since… october? with the express intention of putting my hair away for the winter. months & months of boho braids is how i’ve grown it to this point in the first place. plus, my lady gives me a regular trim to really encourage healthy growth. i feel like a teen again when i have my afro. before now, i literally hadn’t had one since i was 18 or 19. i shaved my head when i was 20 and kept it like that until i started getting serious about ending that era and doing continuous protective styles in 2023. i’m reaping the fruits of my labor now. the fruits being: me being sexy and fab with my big ol’ crown, and the labor being: making the trek to the lovely haitian ladies in flatbush for $200 any size any length boho knotless and keeping them in for ‘bout 3/4 months. teaaa.