Hour 17,
well it was another day in misery,
my hunger tempted me to buy food filled with fat and sugar as my wallet was filled with cracks and buggers...naw I’m just playin....,
I realized I’m no step closer to my dream and a career is still unknown like the taste of my next meal or how even when my girl touch me it’s the strangest feel,
reading this alone is a race between chills and tears.
Hour 17,
I’m starting to sleep for hours cause it’s become a repetitive thing,
....I forgot what today was,
my life has become a swat you take for comfort and then leave when it gets old,
how is god even paying me any attention.....I mean listen,
there are struggles I fail to mention,
but leave me on the side mission where there is no travel but weak perks that don’t glisten......
Hour 17,
7 more to go....,
I really wish that time wasn’t this slow....