She Said She Would... And She Did

The paradox of living a double life—waitress by day, entrepreneur and creative by night (or on any rare day off when inspiration strikes). It’s during those sacred windows of time that I chase new opportunities, free from outside noise and interference. But my intuition is sharp. When the energy shifts, I feel it. To the ones whose presence triggers my inner alarm—stay where you are. You’re not welcome in my space. I’ve seen your true colors, your hidden agendas, and your maladaptive patterns. And I’m not here for it. Most days feel like a chaotic mix of confusion and quiet frustration. I’m stuck in a place I no longer want to be, where the familiar has grown stale—predictable, lifeless, and downright suffocating. Some people carry an energy so heavy, it could drain the light from the sun—if it even bothered to shine. The endless rain feels like it’s soaked into their very personalities. It’s as if the matrix swallowed them whole, and they forgot who they were before the world bur...