This is 29.

Damn. to think at 29 my ex was getting paid to do drugs all day clocked in from his bed by his dad.

and I work 60 hours a week, then spend 16 hours on public transportation.

I mean, at least Im a bad bitch.

My coworkers (the bouncers aka gentle giants) at Howl at the Moon told me I “needed a sugar daddy to pay my rent”

I told them “No I don’t, I’m a bad bitch who can take care of herself. plus I tried that a couple times already. It wasn’t as nice as it sounds”