Lemon Friend

Existentially Yours
2022-08-15 19:15:42 (UTC)

Shaving down the thighs

I don't make enough money to become the person I want to be.
I thought that if I could finally get an offical full time job I'd be okay but apparently that's not even true.
I am so great full to be where I am, don't get me wrong. I don't hate my job, most of my coworkers are great. I just have debt that I was born into and cannot outgrow.
They're cutting hours at work, and for now I'm safe. But I'm so scared.
I don't have the energy to do what I need to do in case I was let go. I don't have the money to survive if I am fired. I will simply die.
I'm trying so hard to not die.
I know my last entry was a bit bleak, I'm probably not going to kill myself. I just have to let those thoughts out before they break my weak will.
I'm trying to get better I promise I'm trying.
I'm pretty sure my uterus collapsed.
I'm pretty sure I could find a clinic to take a look at it.
But then what. People want money to fix things.
And that makes me think about all the terrible things on the horizon and once again I'm a sinking ship.




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