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I don’t understand how things always end up like this.

I know I’m not happy at my job. I don’t want to go there anymore but damn I got bills to pay. This is where the maturity must kick in and Ms. Tee realizes that she’s no special than anyone else. She’s a regular woman with ongoing bills that need to be paid regardless of how bright and talented and blessed she is.

Dreams and visions won’t pay my expensive ass rent.

I don’t know what to do but I know that I don’t want to be there anymore. But it doesn’t matter what I want, what matters is they got me. I’m stuck.

I took a risk and that shit backfired on me. Making less money, using more gas to drive, can’t even eat lunch, stressing just as much.

I think this is the first interruption in my winning streak.

And it has hit hard.