You reap what you sow.
Every weed growing beside a highway dies.
This particular scenario..a project neglected for more than a year,the fuckin bell tolls and I get tasked with it .
It would take five of me to beat this one,, impossible.We would need telekinesis and a crystal ball to know what in the blue fuck is happening here.. you did this. I didn’t do this and you put it on me, failure is infuriating. Hurts me. Stabs at my pride and self Worth..this one is not my fault, them bitches toss me a snorkel and point at a river of shit.
“you can beat this, buddy”
Lies… Lies attached to a fucking dollar. You’re manipulating a manipulator, trying to anyway. But the taste of failure,,, bitter. Fuckin bitter.
Hate it. That feeling makes me hate life and it brings such God-damn anger .
You reap what you sow, in business,in relationships,in personal health and well-being.
And I’m a cog, a gear, a patsy,a punk bitch.
Whack…This scenario is so fucking whack.
I’ll make money off of it,but at what price? Tears the tendons from the muscle,peels the skin back.
Not my fault, this one is not my fault
dawn 