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Hustle bitches!


Why is every moment dull or not full of life?!
I mean okay you can be sad about a couple of things but not always.
Find solutions to your problems.
I can sit all day in my room doing nothing, rolling on the bed and sulking that I should be the person that's having fun on insta. Staring at some amazing person having a good hair day, thinking that my hair should be thick, long, and dark. Some gorgeous woman walks by and I accuse myself of not being that beautiful.
I know shitty right! But you no less. You are just like me in silence. In the alone time, the basic me time, we use it to insult ourselves. So that stops now and manifestation begins right this instance.
“It’s about drive, it’s about power, we stay hungry, we devour
Put in the work, put in the hours and take what’s ours”
Stop being a baby. You are a grown-ass person crying in private. So you have enough brain and mobile data to find solutions to your problems.
Don't want to work then think of something really good; just work 2 hard years for it and lay back. You can actually never work in life after that.
Don't want to be lonely, get yourself out there. No! then make non-living things your friends.
Don't want something, bear it for a few days or months or even years, and then god be damned never do that something again. We gave it time, we gave it our effort and we fucking put in the hours. So it's the universe's time to payback. Until then.
Hustle bitches!
The night is not young for '99 born anymore.
Hustle!
Ivanni workout avaledu anko. Just drink more water macha!
 nak avatledu arustunana?! 
Avatadi manak kuda.
Water tagi, keep walking anthe!

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