Doing well
I don’t love you anymore.
I don’t miss you anymore.
I checked out your pages.
What can I learn from you?
You know more than I - you are taking action for a living.
You knew from the get go, like many others - gotta sell products. Your own rapport, your own relationships built on quality and trust, transparency, selling is just a form of helping others with their needs. Hairdressing - your licensure, your tools, equipment was just a small investment but you get the best stuff. 3 years down it’s still being used, or maybe upgraded again. People come back because they trust the skill and quality, hopefully timeliness too. It’s all so obvious, but I’m not doing anything like that. You’ve always thought to sell your own products - You made a page for that. That’s the way to go.
Like all the ladies hopping into the lip tint, brow tattooing, lash extending - and selling their own tips, training sessions, supplies. Tax is a small price to pay for the clientele, talent/practice, and friends that are created.
Seeing friends doing the fun stuff and still living well. I was able to do the fun stuff but I never thought to sell. I only thought to give. Giving is free. I have few friends. I’m not showcasing myself, I am shy with my abilities. So I am null. I have become null.
I am 25. I should start a business like my friends.
My own talent. My own desire, to help others. Or help myself, my own vanity. I shied from vanity because it was taught to be immoral. But Why can’t I? Just .. accept my own feelings. -- and stop being withheld by others, because they disapprove of my feelings? my thoughts? that make up ME?--
When do I stop fighting. When do I wake up.
now now now.
Drop the boys. I need to accompany myself before I can accompany another. I need to chase myself. Not chase someone else. I found a nice guy. but he is more focused on himself than he is for a partner. That is not what I am seeking. I need to be whole..
I wish I could flip a switch and have another persona. The woman I always imagined myself to be. Black, Red, cold and hot. Styled and eye-catching, self-supporting financially with supplemental friends. I have contemplated sugarbabying, and just keep interviewing until I find the right men, that aren’t just for fucked up sexual grooming experiences. California is expensive.
I just know, I can’t achieve feeling myself, as whole, as me, in my mom’s house. Even if it is a good place to be. It is only my mind saying it’s bad. but physically it is good. I know. I know.
I take it for granted? Until life slams me. I will be shaken with the inability to support myself. Rock. Bottom. is to possible. with how I am.. now.. for 6 years now..
a pity. The pitiful life of beauties.


















