Resting Bitch Face, Burning Soul
Didn’t talk much today.
Had my resting bitch face on like armor—but inside?
Burning. Just… different.
Caught the bus.
Made a mobile order to Taco Cabana.
Took a few cat naps—survival mode on repeat.
Got off, walked fast to Walmart.
Face still set to “Don’t talk to me.”
Used two cards for two separate orders—standard hustle.
A worker asked if I was okay. Said I looked angry.
I could’ve said:
“It keeps people away.”
But I didn’t.
I just said:
“Nothing is wrong.”
Wished her a good day and left.
Picked up my TC order.
Thought about it—how I burn, even when I’m not trying to.
How the fire’s just there, riding with me whether I want it or not.
Got to Sprouts.
Chugged a Red Bull.
Ate two tacos.
Waited until 11:58a to clock in.
Only to find out...
I wasn’t even on the schedule.
13 hours gone.
Check’s gonna hit different this week.
But DailyPay?
Get wrecked. I’ll survive. I always do.
Walked out.
Bought an 8-piece chicken.
Headed to the bus stop.
Saw a man under the bridge—probably homeless, maybe not.
Didn’t matter.
He was moving. Hustling. Burning like I do.
He met up with someone.
I stopped him, handed him 5 of my 8 pieces.
Said it was for 5 people.
Cool.
He asked if I ever made soup or anything, to drop some by.
Told him if I saw him again, I would.
Didn’t need a story.
Didn’t need validation.
I saw him.
And I respected the fire.
Bus 1. Then Bus 2.
More naps. More silence.
Got off, stopped by Fiesta.
Bought two Red Bulls and two ice cream pies.
Told the clerk I forgot to grab one I paid for two days ago—receipt confirmed.
Handled. Done. Respectful. Always.
Called an Uber.
13-minute wait.
App zooming in like it was mocking me while I was zooming out.
Time passed.
Driver arrived.
I got in. Sat down.
Said nothing.
Because there was nothing left to say.
Some people explode. Me? I just burn through days like this with quiet resolve and a middle finger in my back pocket.
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