The Art of Perpetual Medocrity

Got my hopes up. Knew it was a bad idea. Left to deal with disappointment. No one to blame but myself.

Really really really sick and tired of being broke all the time. I can’t take too much more of living in fear of being evicted, having my phone shut off, not being able to put gas in my car. There are contingency plans, but they’re all even more terrifying. I bust my ass all week, I buy barely anything extra for myself, I stay home, I don’t see anyone, and still when payday comes I seem to always come up short.

When am I going to stop having to ask my parents for money? When am I going to be able to fix my car when it breaks down or pay the water bill when it’s higher than usual or buy new shoes when mine get holes in them without having to meticulously scrape out the money from other places?

I definitely shouldn’t have gotten out of bed today.