In my era of giving up on people. no more seeing the best in them, no more excusing their behavior. Believe who people are when they show you the first time.
I had to start holding myself accountable for situations I put myself in. I know better but somehow still be wanting to see what the razzle dazzle is about.
It really only one way to impress me & that’s by being a good person. I don’t care what you wear, what you drive , or where you live, as long as you have a genuine heart.
Some street men are so needy. Don’t own a bank card. No credit, can’t get a crib in their name nor a car. Just money and clothes. Second date “can you get a apartment in your name for me” NIGGA, hell tf no.
Baltimore is a tough city. The way people handle and normalize death is unmatched. People mourn for a short period and move on calling it “life”. People barely grieve anymore, after a certain amount of pain people become numb to it. Nothing is normal about that.