You don't respect yourself and now your life is hell. Your boyfriend sells you every night. I see the faces of the people you take for rides. I can't feel sorry for you. You have no real job just these games that you play. Every night is a different lie. You show up at my work and live off your lie. People's hard earned money you take. These are hard times to that I can relate, but you are a piece of shit. You chose your own fate. Day in day out they give you the money and fucking give in. The fucking money that they earned. With all the time you've put into hustling you could have had a real fucking job. But your drug habit keeps you away from that. Now get the fuck out of my site now. You chose your own fate. You live off your lies. This is your demise.