Hello again, you all will have to forgive me — beside my small community of people I’ve built some sort of connection to, yall are all I got. Anywho….an update from yesterday. For the newbies please refer to the post below this one to gain an understanding as to what’s unfolding in my life currently.
Shortly after I wrote the post yesterday, I noticed again, his attitude and behavior was weird every little thing I was doing he would point out but then he’d go “I’m just playing” whenever I’d get up to attend to whatever he was directing my attention to ….
Then he makes a hateful ass statement basically pointing out that I have no home, that he’s too nice and this is all coming out of nowhere. He keeps singing this song that rent is due. Yet when I first got there two weeks ago I tried asking him what the split was but he was too busy trying to fuck so I figured fuck it.
I’ll ensure I clean up behind myself, keep his apartment spotless, take him to and from work (for free btw) and continue buying food, weed and drinks like I’ve been doing everyday smfh….
It just annoys me when you’re hella good to people they see a weakness within you and go full throttle on your ass — by making you feel uncomfortable all the time and even personally indebted to them. SMH….
Yes I know. I will be leaving…just pray I finally break luck tonight. This entire situation guys has left me physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted to the point all I want to do is sleep. But I know shits gotta get done ya know???
I went out last night for first Friday ran into a lot of married men who for some strange reason pledged their undying loyalty for their wives and didn’t give me any kind of play.
I won’t give up tho! I’ll be out again tonight. Praying to god I can make anything near $1,000. And I promise you I’m getting a plane ticket and going on tour.
When he goes to work, all my shit which is a very small bag will be packed up and gone when he gets back. No explanation. No reasoning. NADA.
I’m sick of people.
Sick of Mfs using my struggles as a way to lowkey humble me or make me feel bad about myself when no one knows the backstory in how I even got to this point. That’s the irritating part. It’s easy to judge something you yourself could never muster up the courage to make it through.
Generally speaking. Back to back deaths. Homelessness. Suicidal ideation and more! But I’m still here.
Praying things look up! Ladies any tips
On freestyling???