a friend asked me to drive her to the airport at 4:00 a.m.
and, well… that’s what friends do, right?
I woke up at 3:20, barely functioning, drove across town, and dropped her off.
on my way home, I stopped for coffee.
I opened Instagram…
and the first story I saw was a photo from her plane seat that said,
“nothing’s better than having people who’ll do everything for you.”
A broke bitch is not the same as a broke nigga. She’ll work her lil job, get cute on budget, go out, & even be generous when possible. A broke nigga is a mean, angry, miserable, stankin leech.
discernment is real. you can hear stuff that’s not being said. you can feel things and don’t even have to be in close proximity. You can detect a lie from miles away. sometimes it feels like a blessing and a curse because that third eye is awake.