This is not the end of it — I promise.

Leo Carmona
Aug 9, 2017 · 2 min read

I have $150 in the bank, no job, and I need to be out of my place by the end of this month. I am feeling tired to be training for my first marathon coming up, and I feel like I’m sleeping too much and not eating enough — but when I do eat, I feel like I’m eating too much.

My daily conversation with myself (all while laying on my bed and feeing like my days get shorter) has been as followed:

“Yo! How do I deal with this?

So stressful. I’m stressed.

How do I manage it ?

It seems like I don’t have control over my own life.

I think I don’t.

What the fuck am I going to do?

It seems this is hole is getting deeper?

I don’t want to live this way — under constant stress.”

These few months have been hard. Too fucking hard for a 23 year old with a dad in a different country, a mom that doesn’t have her own home, and a family that is dealing with their own problems.

But not too hard for this 23 year old. This 23 years old has always figured it out. This 23 year old always comes out of these holes.

He knows the hustle way too good.

He knows the easiest thing is to give up.

But he doesn’t do easy, though.

I’ll come through.

I’ll fucking thrive like I always do.

I’ll have a home in a month.

I’ll have a job soon.

I am going to kill that marathon.

I am going to eat healthy & be fit af.

I am going to thrive.

Mark my words.

    Leo Carmona

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    Nostalgic AF.

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