aaija denise smith is a senior at aldephi university in nyc. aaija has always been picked on for being "brown skin" and having a creative laid back type style. noone has ever accepted her, but when she meets a man, that man will change her life for...
today was a wild day and as for now, i'm home. i'm on facetime w my bestfriend while applying bantu knots in my hair and writing poetry. "beauty is not what makes us but what we make it beauty doesn't care about flaws because it is inside and out beauty loves like no other and is careful not to let us fall like others do" - maya angelou
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♥ jasmine mitchell ♥
HOME
i plop on my bed and take off my shoes.
"AAIJA!" jasmine screams through the phone.
"WHAT, I'M RIGHT HERE?!" i got frustrated because i was thinking about august.
"something's wrong withchu, wassgood?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"how do you date?"
"wait what, you like someone?!" she cracks out a smile.
"what if i do?" she laughs at me.
"jasmine stop, i'm deadass."
"aye look g, you my girl, i know how you are sooo..."
"and what the hell does that mean?" i shot back.
"IT MEANS: you must really like this nigga cos you hate people!"
she was so right smh .
"ok so then help me!"
"ok look, we're grown now this isn't high school."
"mhm." i wish she would get to it.
"take it slow, learn about each other. not physically but mentally. y'all can start hugging after a month of TALKING. you can kiss after 3 months idc, idc. cos I SAID SO TF, howboh dat?"
"LMFAOOOO, okok. whatever. i understand. goodnight hoe, love you."
"i'm deadass, make sure he texts first. just take it slow. start talking then spill the beans on your crush for him. i'll try to find you in school tomar. i love you more muva, goodnight."
"okok ttyl."
"ok."
convo ended.
i keep what she tells me in mind, i really just don't trust this. my mom said my lifestyle is unhealthy, i really don't talk to anyone. i was nervous when i made friends with jasmine, my social anxiety is so bad. i've always been quiet, judgemental people made it worse. i put my poetry notebook in my nightstand drawer and my phone on the charger. i take a shower and then return to bed. eyes are now shut with multiple thought racing through my head, the anxiety.
