Life can’t be this real I wake up most days thinking damn here we go again. Whoever said I was going to have to work for the rest of my life just the thought brought a million worries. The least of my worries when I was staying at my moms. Now I have bills reality kicks in. My alarm clock steady going off I hit the damn button 30 more mins of rest was all I needed. I’ma sleep every sec to min before it’s time for me to get up. I just can’t with this day thinking to myself already. Every morning it was pretty much the same thing I got up turned on Pandora and jammed getting ready for my day Tateyana  I hear a loud voice come from down the hall . Here she go Chante that’s my older sister "Tateyana " ? do you have my jeans my sister yelled. Knowing she worked at shoe city she had them all. I had them hung up in my closet last night I didn’t wear them I thought to myself just forgot to put them back. I know my jeans were in my room she said with no doubt. Yes damn I said you always bitching about your stuff. Well it’s my stuff she yelled back I didn’t understand for my sister to be so mean and not share with her stuff we’re the same size . I knew I was different from her I would give my last to her. the hell yet alone anybody I fucked with if I had it they had it I was just that nice not nasty until now.