transition

Time check, 2:17am. I'm in a strange house. Laying in a bed other than my own, in a city I swore i'd never live in. I've made a move I'm completely not satisfied with. I'm in a house that has rented out its rooms in a bad place in Newark because I could stay in my own apartment any longer due to my bedbug issue.

My spirit is broken. I feel like a nigga. I'm in da hood not feelin good. To make matters worse, I reached out to one of my friends,and explained my issue, somehow hoping that he'd lend me a space I know he has no real use for. I have yet to hear from him. That's why I've almost discarded all of my "friends" cause they don't give 2 left shits about me. I'm sorry, that's wrong. They care, only if its convenient or profitible to them. So, still, fuck them all!

I've reached a new low and I'm just down. I wish my past 5 years could get a do-over and I could start fresh. To bad wishes don't come true. I wish I had a boyfriend I could wake up to that only has me on his mind. Didn't I say wishes don't come true? I wish I had a great job and didn't need to worry about pay to afford the nicer things in life. How many of us forgot that dreams don't come true? I wish I wasn't and didn't need to struggle. Shit, DREAMS DON'T FUCKIN COME TRUE! My spirit is broken.

My next failing battle will be with my job. Then, myself, followed by my love life. Its expected and predicted. I can't believe its come to this...

Just keep wondering...