Hustle. Today.

        Loneliness is all relative. Time is fleeting or endless depending on how much attention you pay to it. I’m at a point where I’m simply trying to decide what is/is not worth my time. Most shit is simply... not  worth my time. Unfortunately, most people are not worth my time. People want to catch up with me and have conversations about nothing, and while I appreciate the love... I’d appreciate a check so much more. Don’t knock me for tryina get these 6 zeros to every one of my dreams. Fuck am I supposed to do?  I've no choice but to hustle. *shrugs*

Missing Truths

              Perhaps, I'm too good of a woman. *Cue eye roll.* It holds me back, sometimes... Well, not me, but the person I truly am. I'm actually a lot of fun, but I do consider what those actions will say about me. Still, though, the other option to living simply isn't appealing. I don't purposely show people who I am. If we happen to have something in common, I'd love to have a conversation. If we hit it off, great, but if we don't... as is the way of the world. I used to approach this view with a much more "hood" state of mind and attribute it to the "F*ck ________, Get money," motto that was drilled into me. I've realized, though, that I don't need  to get along with everyone. There's not a real reason for it, but at the same time, I need not dislike anyone.