I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.
it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie
You gotta keep the step. You gotta limber up. You gotta loosen what you bolted down. You gotta use all you got. We know you’re tired, tired and scared. Happens to everyone, okay? Just don’t let your feet stop.
Today marks a week after the email from CC. I pray with all my heart I get it and with the right wage as well. There are so many bills to pay but yes, I do admit that I would have saved a lot if not for the daily cab rides to work every morning. That’s how much I dread going to work. Absolutely no drive, no inspiration, no joy in my work. I think they stepped on my confidence and now I’m not even sure of anything I do. It’s like it’s dictated to me. Really hate this feeling and I really hate being in this position. Chasing the things you love and the responsibilities in life do not weigh out. Then again, I really don’t want to spend the rest of my life doing or working for the sake of surviving. Struggling just to pull through and to make ends meet.
I’m keeping the faith. I’m walking on a tight rope but I’m keeping the faith and living on a prayer.
"Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall."