Track 1: Money on my Mind.
Please don't get me wrong
I wanna keep it moving
I know what that requires
I'm not foolish
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Hannah's point of view.
Work first thing in the morning.
Work while having lunch.
And finishing work before bed time.
That's what my girlfriend told me(who I will not name), and she got sick of it. All I care about was work. Scratch that. She told me i cared about all the money. Plus tours, book writing, videos, I could not stop.
She talked about this in our date at my house. She was barely even touching the food I made for us.
We're over.
It was because of my inconsiderate workaholic side of me that I loathe. In hindsight, I accepted this godforsaken career that I knew would make me busier than I usually was. How could I put myself first over my lover?
After the deafening silence, I stood up and gave her her coat. She stormed off.
I'm being sarcastic. I loved her, and I love my career. It's not a matter of loving money, it's a matter of being happy while you have support for yourself.
I don't need the money. I need people to be happy, satisfied and alright. You need love. I need love.
The breakup happened two days ago, and I guess it's about time I told mamrie and grace. It's funny that I don't feel all that bad about the break up. Fuck her, I didn't think Megan gave a fuck anyway. Oh whoops.
I thought about that yesterday night until I fell asleep.
It was morning and I had to take breakfast before the rant I would later tell my best friends. As soon as I finished breakfast and fished my phone out my pocket, it vibrates. Grace texted, and she also broke up with her boyfriend?
√ track 2. Good Thing.
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IN THE LONELY HOUR
Fanfiction"Hartbig fanficton wherein all the chapters are song prompts from each track in Sam Smith's album "In the lonely hour"
