Things have always worked out. Every single day, up until this one, has always worked out.
I’m kind of sick of things JUST working out. I want more. But I’m too bloody fatigued to get more. To make more.
I’m bone-tired. I feel half dead. Mentally and physically.
But. Just when I start to panic that I’m going to run out of money, I get several business inquiries. Within hours of each other. Wild.
I’d be unstoppable if my body was physically able to move.
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