It never ends.
Night to day//day to night. It's all the same.
Working like a pig 14 hours a day. Coming home an cooking an cleaning trying to maintain a healthy life style.
It never ends.
Or better yet my friends thinking I'm "Gay or a pussy" because I'm exhausted.
You know what, I know it never ends. Not until I'm either dead or in a home. But why is my question.
Why does it have to be this hard??
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts I release.
De TodoNightmares and Thing I can't say out loud. But I can write down.
