Hi, my name's Kisha.
I would say I'm a very honest person. I'm also a pathological liar.
Here I'm going to write my thoughts and opinions and my own memories and experiences.
Of course though, maybe non of what I write is going to be true, or may...
I want to start by saying this here is like my own private journal. This is my life I am letting you read and will probably delete some time soon because I strongly dislike people knowing too much about me, I hate talking about personal things, and that's exactly what this is.
On here I shall write short stories about things that have happened, my memories and experiences as well as my thoughts and opinions, which I generally never voice because I hate controversy and any type of conflict. I also have the biggest irrational fear of coming across as self-centered/egotistical. I permanently have this voice in my head "why are you talking about yourself? No one cares Kisha".
The subjects I will talk about are pretty general ones, and some others that will be much more personal: religion, family, friends, love, first times, drugs, music, bullies, getting expelled from school, modelling, and the many many bizarre situations I get myself into (like when I went to pick up my high school diploma and after found myself in the bar with 4 ex's, ah yes, fun times indeed).
Okay, now for the basics:
On a Saturday at 4.08pm the 30th of October 1999, ey a bean was born. My mother named the bean Kisha from Kish, a Hebrew name meaning "a gift" and Kishi, a Japanese name meaning "long and happy life." And later on I developed the nickname "Fish", for I was born hard of hearing and when my mum would read to me "one fish, two fish" by Dr. Zeuss, I would say "hey that's me!".
I was born a small baby but surprisingly chubby and with no hair, I looked like an egg, or Jabba The Hutt. I still do sometimes, thank god I know how to put on makeup now (although I still can't apply lipstick or nail varnish).
My interests are pretty basic: literature, cinematography, music. Anything that allows me to escape reality. And my hobbies are the same: reading, writing, making music (very bad music though), sports and studying random things like Greek mythology, astrology, astronomy, marine biology, human biology.
If you've made it this far I applaud you, and you don't have to read further, because the rest will be much more personal. And vulnerability is not a nice feeling.
So close this page and go back onto twitter to find out what your favorite celebrity ate for breakfast this morning or maybe open up Instagram and stalk you ex or even go onto Facebook to see what your mum is ranting about now, watch videos of children laughing or of animals being animals OR maybe, just maybe keep reading my diary as if it's only fiction; because maybe that's all it is, a fictional life made up by a pathological liar.
This is me, from back in the days where I was Kish the Fish Neale. Not yet Kisha Boyce.
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In the picture is my dada, John Lennon- HA just kidding, his name's Paul.
