I thought about writing about the fact that this hotel is literally like a money pit to my life, and I cannot take it anymore; but we already know this.
Also the fact that I hate myself for being emotionally disabled and not having more money; every day.
We know this too.
There is no point in it. I wouldn’t be in the position had I made better choices, and had I not trusted people who were not worth trusting.
I’m still alive and working towards my goals. My bills are paid and I’m juggling finances to keep saving for a car. It’s not fun, it’s not fun at all.
Especially when people are telling you that your job isn’t good enough to get financed.
I’m SO tired of stupid-ass men telling me I’m not good enough.
No, that’s not true, but you won’t be getting my money, know that.
Every time I write about what I am feeling, I get a chin up or it’s not that bad.
So today I’ll just say that I’m going to get through this day without worrying about what anybody else thinks.
Working. Even when I’m not, I am.
Have a great day.