If you meet a female living off some man’s money, her job lie is always some awful boss bitch bullshit.
“Business consultant”
“Interior designer”
“Stylist”
Why not say you work in Starbucks? At least then I’ll believe you?
Nobody is paying you to do any of these things.
You’re 22 with a cracked iPhone screen.
Shut. Up.
I can easily think myself into euphoric gratefulness for things as simple as having air to breathe.
I can easily think myself into the deepest and darkest depression.
I’ve seen hell. I’ve lived hell. I can produce either state.
Your reality is self-constructed.
Every day is another chance to DECIDE to change your life.
Yet you allow life to beat you down to your knees.
Distracting you from everything you want.
BREAK THE TRANCE NOW.