Oh my fucking God it's her again she needs more money what is it now oh my God

I saw it coming after the day I woke up and started screaming bloody psych ward murder because it was pitch dark and I couldn’t find my phone. I’m being evicted.

Don’t be sad for me though because 1. I fucking hate being a home-bum, as we called it back in the day, not good for my mental health folks, not good; and 2. I literally can just move my shit one block down the street lololol.

But there’s just one problem, and it’s the reason I am here, yet again, and I promise this is the last one for a while barring some emergency, and I mean a real emergency.

I need a backpack.

I was going to order one the other day when someone sent me money, but then I had to buy a headlamp, and order DoorDash (worth it though).

Anyways.

I am also out of food stamps; I made it stretch, but I still have 7 days until my card reloads. And I promise I’ll cool it on the DoorDash.

Aaaaand I’ve been wearing the same pair of pants for uhhh I think two months? With no underwear.

DM me for my Venmo/CashApp.

God I feel like a piece of shit.

Love you fuckers.

Thanks.