Sumaira McCloud

em·path noun a person with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another individual. Here's why being an empath fucking sucks, a lot of the times. When you extremely sensitive to energy and feelings, you don't have a choice. You take on a burden many others will never know or understand. Walking into a room and 'feeling' a vibe is not the reality for many people. If you are someone who thinks that is just 'normal, you are MORE than LIKELY an empath. The word is kind of funny; I see it tossed around a lot on social media. I almost hate using it sometimes because it's often made fun of by those who don't understand it. "Oh you feel deeply woohoo cool good for you" <-- It's actually NOT good for us, though. Lol. Here's a very real (and exhausting) example of what goes on inside an empath's mind. Fictional situation: You are pregnant, having a baby shower and your VERY

I need to say something, and it's too long for a Facebook status. I have some thoughts and theories on what leads someone down the path of a drug filled life, addiction, and finally unintentional over dosing. I am against drug usage. Not because I'm a goody two shoes, but because I know the reality of my personality. I am a creature of habit, a person who falls into a quick routine, and someone who likes to repeat the things I enjoy with no limits and boundaries. It's why I smoke hookah every day since 2012. I enjoy it, I like it, and I don't see a reason to quit. (I always said when I'm a mom/pregnant I will def stop because that's a good enough reason lol.) Mac Miller died yesterday on September 7, 2018. I wouldn't be honest if I said I were a fan, because I didn't listen to his music. I did however know the impact he's made on several others and I was sad to hear about his loss. I was even more sad upon finding out it was an accidental

You know what really grinds my gear? <-- THAT PHRASE lol, just kidding But lately ( by lately I meant May 2018 when I wrote most of this ...) I've been having conversations with reformed-victims. Such as friends, who at one point used to sulk in self pity and have excuses for every "wrong thing" in their life. I was a part of that club too, and sometimes I like to visit here during my period because it's fun for like two mins. But I stopped, and you should, too! Sooooo....Are you a " victim" ? Are you constantly coming up with excuses when things don't go as planned? Are you perhaps failing to see that your decisions are a direct correlation to your "failures?" Please stop. IT'S SO FREAKIN UNATTRACTIVE!!! Once you become self-aware it is REALLY hard to go backwards. You can only see from that point of view, so I recommend it to everyone.  This "awakening" has actually helped me care a lot less for things/people wh

Dear J, 13 years ago tomorrow my entire world changed. Little did I know your life ending actually, somehow, started mine. If I had known the thoughts behind your in-genuine smile, or the plan you were set upon... I would've handled that day differently. I can't go back in time, but I can finally share, publicly, what that day did to me. I remember being restless because it was the Wednesday we were getting interims for school. I couldn't remember if I had done well in science to where I was able to push that D into a C. All day I wondered and hoped I had done well enough. I didn't want a lecture from my parents. Around 2nd period I remember receiving mine and breathing a sigh of relief. I had no D in sight and  I was finally able to go on through the day with no worry. Life was great, I thought. You weren't at school that day. You stayed home. I think you were sick. All week prior we had been arguing, just like 15 year old girls do. We shared a best fri