so the fuck what and what the hell is your problem?

so the fuck what and what the hell is your problem?

woke up this morning

from the eventful night i had in regards to my internship

yeah

from 5 star hotels, 5 star dinners, important people, getting paid for 15 minutes more than you make in 1-2 days to this...

now the morning is fine

i opened up my windows, played my favorite tunes, and just vibed

but as time approaches

i start to lose my peace

i start to lose my freedom

it gets closer to the time i go in for my actual "job"

and all i can think is "i'm sick of this shit"

i've been working for 2 years and for one year it has come to the point where these jobs are a waste of my damn time.

what fulfillment can i get out of picking up shit for people and helping them get to their fitting rooms

snooty ass people

"but you're making money"

so the fuck what

this money is not enough to accommodate the precious time i've been wasting, i could be working towards something else from 2 damn 30 to 9 damn 30

and honestly what the fuck is their problem thinking someone wants to be stuck in that same spot for that damn long. why would you do that to me? what the hell is your problem?

love my manager, but i despise her, like...seriously, this is your life. this is your life everyday. I don't wanna be like you in a couple of years. But then again not everyone wants to do what I wanna do.

My mother, does not understand why I put more energy into something that gives me life than something where i am behind a damn podium for 8 hours. Because she's simple ass minded and does not know how to live only survive. Fuck that. I was complaining how i was not looking forward to work her response was "make that money girl", i'm not a fucking slave, what the hell is your problem?

this will be the last of this shit!!!

i'm a free ass spirit

and if i have to bum it out and cater to my dreams so be it.

wrong

wrong

that's not what i wanted

no.... it wasn't what i needed

that was just an intermission

...cause i felt defeated

tried to give you the impression everyone was leavin

show was over

i would go backstage, undress, go home, and sleep well.

But no.

Everyone's gone

The lights are off

I'm in the dark

Still on stage

Acting

Like i don't care.

Trying

to get to the bottom of this.

And I finally did.

It's time...to begin, the long process

Of taking off my costume, packing up, and finding my way back home

Cause my bus is gone.

It's great cause I need nothing I came with.