I hate being me until I start talking to and looking at other people. I'm moody, I've got some debt, and I'm ugly. Other than that I'm winning.
My biggest problems are not being able to ball out on some skateboards and a bike.
I have to walk a 1.5 miles to work because my bearings and wheels decided to fail on me. My car window is stuck in the down position too. Hyundais get broken into at my job so my car would be burglarized, so its staying home until I get the window regulator fixed.
Also, excepting the average girl is my only option right now. No clout and no make it rain money equals no bad bytches. Money matters a lot with women I realize now.
Hahaha, boo hoo, my life is so terrible, no, my life is average and it's amusing and humbling.
Somebody at work keeps throwing away my shyt. I usually don't follow rules because they're not fun and I find them restrictive. But lately I've been taking advice and following all the rules. And I still get shyt on. Somebody threw away my Soda Stream bottle and I'm furious. I put my name on it and I put it where I was supposed to and they tossed my thirty dollar water bottle.
I can't carbonate water and I can't hydrate myself properly without a water bottle. I had carbonated water infused with watermelon and mint in that bytch too. It's been two days I'm still pissed. I buy exactly what I need and I get high quality shyt. I only expect to have to buy shyt once.
What bothers me the most is nobody cares when something happens to me because people don't value my stuff. Yes, I come off as immature because I skate and I use a lot of slang when I speak. That doesn't mean I'm not spending hundreds of dollars on my hardware. I love cooking and being in motion. I spend a lot of money on those things.
I started smoking cigarettes again to keep me from strangling people at work. Everybody has something to say too. People don't care about my feelings but they care about my health,
I've been dying to tell someone to suck my dikk, when they tell me I should stop smoking. Breh, stop being fat. Stop being ugly. Stop eating slop. Stop smoking weed. Stop being a hp.Stop being a fakkit. Stop being blaming your parents for your shyt show of a life and I'll stop smoking two cigarettes a day. I smoke because it's either that or I'm slapping the fire out of these children I'm forced to call my peers. All they do is complain about trivial shyt and do shyt drugs. I wish I had support, I wouldn't be bytching like a ho about it.
My roommate tried to tell me about responsibilities when this bytch is 40 grand in debt, with no degree, and working at a call center.
bytch, I need to clean my carpet. It costs 30 dollars.
but I can't say shyt, or I'm an a$$hole. But everybody gets to take shots at me. Lol, I'm honest, I put my shyt out there because it isn't so bad. I didn't realize people would use me being forward about shyt against me. Knowing damn well they've got more drama than I do.
I just want to skate. But I can't until my board gets fixed or I buy another one. My happy thought today will be this: I'm happy I'm not fat and I'm lucky to be able to walk to work. I'm blessed to have a car and several other modes of transportation. If the world ended today I'd get into heaven and I don't believe in God. I ain't no hater, and I go way out of my way to help others and know I'll get nothing in return.
I'm getting healthy. I just have to remember who I am and who I need to be to be successful. I have to ignore everyone period. My motivation is intrinsic. I have to be less sensitive and decide how I respond to everything. Happy, anger, and sadness are not the only emotions I'm allowed to feel.