It's one of a kind.

  💣 Hustle My whole life has been about hustling. Making ends meet. I'm blessed to have a job that pays me well. But does not make me happy as much. It made me believe that money can't buy happiness. Back then during my schooling days. I have been working odd jobs.  Burning midnight oil. I don't get things my way most of the time.  I need to work my ass off for it. Saving my money. To travel, to spend, to enjoy and to provide. But thanks to my current job.  It doesn't make me hustle too much.  But of course by not hustling I am sacrificing my free time with my family and friends being away from them. I hustle a lot when I'm single. I tried to make ends meet. It sucks but it gets the job done. But that is when I was still single. Now that I am married, I don't even know wether hustling is allowed with the time management that I have. Truth be told I have problems with time management. I tried to maintain my friendships, family time and personal time. But its jus

            💙 Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I set you apart Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions Oh, let's go back to the start Running in circles, coming up tails Heads on a science apart Nobody said it was easy It's such a shame for us to part Nobody said it was easy No one ever said it would be this hard Oh, take me back to the start I was just guessing at numbers and figures Pulling the puzzles apart Questions of science, science and progress Do not speak as loud as my heart But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me Oh and I rush to the start Running in circles, chasing our tails

  Sometimes it's not about yourself. Sometimes it is. Depends on the situation. I can't say the same about myself because as it is it may seem as a biased comment. I have tried my best not to get angry. I have tried my best to suppressed all this emotions. I have tried my best to be my better self. What I doing wrong. Where have I gone wrong. It seems that everything I did is a problem or a mistake. Going out I have to be on my toes. Being away I have to be on my toes. Going to work I have to be on my toes. Going out with our friends together I have to be on my toes. Saying things I have to be on my toes. There is no more being open about what I feel. Or how I react. Can't be too nice. Can't be too sacarstic. Can't be too helpful. Can't be mindful. Can't be bitching. Can't be changing plans last minute. Can't be late. and few others I can't remember. What happen to the happy go lucky me? What happen to freedom? Is it true when you are married its