recently...

straight up hatred and anger gets me motivated to work out.

look at pictures of tons and tons of beautiful perfectly proportioned women = WORK THAT ASS OFF

it pisses me off that women even look like that.

so i'm gonna do my mother FUCKING best.

money can't buy you happiness

it's an old saying. it makes sense to me, but i also feel that there is so much importance of money on a more emotional and mindful level. earning money feels good. working hard and getting a reward feels good. giving yourself (or others) gifts feels good.


i am working and earning what i work for. i am enjoying things that are nice that i have previously not had the pleasure of having. it does not verify my person or status in any way, but simply makes me happy that i know i can earn reward for doing something. i am easily pleased in that way.