..thinking, ''I sweep this fucking floor everyday. How does all this dirt get in here? Fucking dirt trapped in the corner. What the fuck''
Then I stopped.
I'm lucky to have a floor to sweep.
When you get burdens confused with blessings you live wrong.
This ain't even on some happy go lucky soft shit. This is real. This is what could be taken away from me. I bet I wouldn't bitch if I had to sweep the floor i didn't have.