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Fourth time I was told:
“Later. I’ll come by. I’ll bring the cash so you can keep building.”
I waited at home. Again.
Not because I’m naive.
Not because I don’t see patterns.
But because I still believe in execution, momentum, and pushing things forward.
The plan was simple:
Get the money.
Keep building.
Put more into liquidity.
Move forward.
Instead — silence.
And today I hit what felt like 0x again.
No food in the fridge.
Phone shut off because the bill isn’t paid.
If my neighbor hadn’t shared his internet, I wouldn’t even be able to write this.
And writing is the reason I started all of this in the first place — to get things off my chest, to process, to turn chaos into clarity.
But here’s what really hurt:
It wasn’t the money.
It wasn’t even the hunger.
It was letting my friend down.
I had dinner planned.
I would’ve shown up energized, reliable, grounded.
Instead, I waited for something that never came.
And all it would have taken was a simple call:
“Hey, I can’t make it.”
That’s it.
Respect costs nothing.
What makes this hard isn’t the struggle.
I can handle struggle. I’ve built through worse.
I can handle an empty fridge.
But I don’t like breaking my word.
And I don’t like being put in situations where I look unreliable because someone else didn’t keep theirs.
Still — I kept building.
Still did the SEO.
Still shared everything I know.
Still pushed forward.
For free.
Like always.
But today something shifted.
Not in anger.
Not in bitterness.
In clarity.
I can build through chaos.
But I won’t build for people who treat my time like it’s optional.
This isn’t a complaint.
It’s a boundary.
And from here on forward, execution continues — just differently.
For me.
Fourth time I was told:
“Later. I’ll come by. I’ll bring the cash so you can keep building.”
I waited at home. Again.
Not because I’m naive.
Not because I don’t see patterns.
But because I still believe in execution, momentum, and pushing things forward.
The plan was simple:
Get the money.
Keep building.
Put more into liquidity.
Move forward.
Instead — silence.
And today I hit what felt like 0x again.
No food in the fridge.
Phone shut off because the bill isn’t paid.
If my neighbor hadn’t shared his internet, I wouldn’t even be able to write this.
And writing is the reason I started all of this in the first place — to get things off my chest, to process, to turn chaos into clarity.
But here’s what really hurt:
It wasn’t the money.
It wasn’t even the hunger.
It was letting my friend down.
I had dinner planned.
I would’ve shown up energized, reliable, grounded.
Instead, I waited for something that never came.
And all it would have taken was a simple call:
“Hey, I can’t make it.”
That’s it.
Respect costs nothing.
What makes this hard isn’t the struggle.
I can handle struggle. I’ve built through worse.
I can handle an empty fridge.
But I don’t like breaking my word.
And I don’t like being put in situations where I look unreliable because someone else didn’t keep theirs.
Still — I kept building.
Still did the SEO.
Still shared everything I know.
Still pushed forward.
For free.
Like always.
But today something shifted.
Not in anger.
Not in bitterness.
In clarity.
I can build through chaos.
But I won’t build for people who treat my time like it’s optional.
This isn’t a complaint.
It’s a boundary.
And from here on forward, execution continues — just differently.
For me.
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