I just want a beautiful, down to Earth, real hair having, hip hop loving, great sense of humor having, non- judgmental girlfriend that smokes weed… is that asking for too much?
— Chris Facey
There are 3 levels of being broke in my opinion. They are sprained, fracture and lastly broke.
SPRAINED: when you have money but not enough to really do anything. You can’t really do anything like shopping for clothes or go anywhere and fully enjoy yourself.
Example- You can go out with your friends but you won’t be able to buy anything to eat when you’re with them. The money you had was enough for your transportation to get where your friends are.
FRACTURED: You have money, sometimes more than you ever really had before but you can’t spend it on what YOU want to spend it on. It either has to go to something else more important than your own fun.
Example- You have $150 but $90 of it has to go to a new Metrocard( if you live in New York City) and the other $60 goes to your phone bill. After you pay both you have no money left and that’s when you become the next level in this 3 step process…
BROKE: You have NO MONEY!!! None at all! You can’t do a damn thing. Can’t even buy a sip of a drink or a crumb of a biscuit. This is the most depressing and stressful level.
Example- I’m sure this needs no explanation. We’ve all been here.
*CHRIS*
So my job did another hours cut and its bad enough I already work only ONE DAY, they now cut me down to like 5 hours on that ONE DAY. I have no idea how I’m gonna provide for my daughter or myself. If my daughter needs pampers I have no idea how I’m gonna get it. Next month when I have to get a new metrocard and pay my phone bill, how the hell am I going to do that?? I don’t understand why it has to be like this. I’ve been looking for another job but as luck would have it there’s nothing available.
It took me 2 years just to get this job because I was in college. Now that I’ve graduated and I have a degree it still feels the same. What the hell did I go to college for if I can’t even get a damn job with the degree either. It was suppose to better my chances not leave my chances where they are already at. I’m starting to feel that going to college was a waste of my time.
shuuhnay:
I miss having a father.
I DONT miss my father, just miss having one.
My daughter will never have to say these words
