from 7am to 2am, working myself gaunt just to make sure I had enough money to buy a miserable man the pair of leather shoes he was begging for…shoes he would never wear, only to complain afterward that he didn’t like the smell of the leather.
Sometimes I look back and remember how hard it was to let go of everything I’d worked for, and I still struggle with the fact that I may never achieve those same things again.
But then I remember that if I hadn’t let it all go, I’d probably still be chained to a computer desk
Men will dm you like “can I send you money?” And the second you say sure and send a link they are like no first you have to answer 3 riddles and also I don’t know what Venmo is I only send checks via messenger hawk.