*sings like Usher… “These Are my CONFESSIONS….*
I’m 24 years old feeling like Atlas, the world is on my shoulders and it’s slipping. My athletic season isn’t going the way I want it to and my expenses column of my ‘budget’ that I refuse to create is growing like a disease set out to kill my sanity. Every time I pay over 1k for rent a month a part of me dies and is taken to the final resting place of other LA apartment renters #Expensive. But my glass of Henessey is HALF FULL. Moments like these, measure a man’s resolve, tenacity, and resilience. Sure, there are moments where I stare at the stucco ceiling and click my heels in the bed wishing I lived like those care-free chick on ‘The Hills’ (cus there’s no place like a RICH home) but overall I can say I’m happy… maybe not for long… but as of now… happy. USA Track and Field Championships are this upcoming weekend and I’ll be chasing fast times, that paper $$$, and defibrillating the remainder of this season…
