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When I had theatre, everything was SO CLEAR. Everything I knew about me, I knew. I knew myself. I knew what happened in my life before that point, and I knew where I was going in my life. I was fearless. I was strong. I don't have that anymore. Everything has been SO Foggy. My being terribly sick the other week was a real wake-up call. I have a hard time staying up past 10pm now. It's so difficult. I don't think I can handle night shifts at the bar anymore. I just can't do it. I don't want to depend on Mark anymore.
Real estate is a really really really difficult bussiness to start off. I'm getting a better idea about how hard it's gonna be.
I feel my spirit is forcing myself to become centered again, and re-evaluate my life. It's do or die, and I'm realizing, I have a short time-frame before it's gameover.
Mark thinks we're at the brink of breaking up. And I think he's right. I says to him tonight, "what happened to January, February and March" and he said, "we'll, you wasted it with me"
Oh Monkey. He said something about that bartending job Greg offered me. "That since it's your friend's bar, you can just take your pick?" It's not my responsibility to find him a job. That's one of the things that turn me off about him. He's not a hustler. I'm a hustler. I've been selling donuts for over a decade. Now i sell alcohol, and i"m damn fine in doing it. I believe I can sell houses too, because that's at a whole different plane. It's consulting. He thinks I'm in the wrong bussiness. What happened to believing in me?
-Lyta
Real estate is a really really really difficult bussiness to start off. I'm getting a better idea about how hard it's gonna be.
I feel my spirit is forcing myself to become centered again, and re-evaluate my life. It's do or die, and I'm realizing, I have a short time-frame before it's gameover.
Mark thinks we're at the brink of breaking up. And I think he's right. I says to him tonight, "what happened to January, February and March" and he said, "we'll, you wasted it with me"
Oh Monkey. He said something about that bartending job Greg offered me. "That since it's your friend's bar, you can just take your pick?" It's not my responsibility to find him a job. That's one of the things that turn me off about him. He's not a hustler. I'm a hustler. I've been selling donuts for over a decade. Now i sell alcohol, and i"m damn fine in doing it. I believe I can sell houses too, because that's at a whole different plane. It's consulting. He thinks I'm in the wrong bussiness. What happened to believing in me?
-Lyta