hey so i hate that i’ve been making a lot of posts like this lately but this month has actually been really hard on me in regards to my health ( my type 2 bipolar, major depressive disorder , and derealization / personalization disorder are the biggest instigators ), and financially i’ve taken a serious beating . i’m not going to be able to make rent this month , and normally that’s okay, my landlady is very very kind and understands that my situation has a tendency to be a little difficult for me , to say the least — this whole year has actually been really rough . i tried to find another job and that financially cost me , i’ve been getting weirdly sick more often and that’s financially cost me — she’s been an absolute angel , and i feel awful , because i’m not this kind of tenant and i don’t want to keep doing this to her . i can’t give her nothing this month , but i had to take a personal leave for my health . i have a small thing i do on the side that brings in $100 dollars extra a month but i had to use that money for groceries last weekend , and what money i get for the paid holiday ( fourth of july ) i have to use on friday to go to the little clinic for my ear infection which is… eighty nine dollars , and i don’t even know if i’m gonna be able to do that , but work wants a doctor’s note . i feel awful . my neighbor has had to pull me out of bed on more than one occasion , force me to go outside and get fresh air , but my depression has gotten so bad that i just . i have minimal to no support system out here . i’m really really struggling . i don’t know what to do about it . i have no money to make it easier . i’m scared , and it’s getting worse . this is the second leave i’ve had to take this year . what the fuck . even if i did get put into a ward , i still would have to find a way to pay my bills , and my rent . i’m burning at both ends of the wick .
so basically what this means is this is just another s.o.s. , and hopefully with some help i can give my landlady some money i can put into rent . i know that she probably won’t kick me out , she hasn’t before and this doesn’t happen often at all , if not rarely — but i still feel awful . and i still owe her money , and i’m like . so fucking frustrated because i just want to pay her back but i keep slipping three feet back for every one i take forward . i’m so tired lmao .
this is what i’m at currently . here’s my paypal . i can do commissions for basic edits , aesthetic / ship related / etc moodboards , and icon packs ( which will probably just be basic and unedited unless otherwise discussed , i’m not a talented person lmao ) . i know we’re all broke . i’m sorry i keep posting these . please disregard my deadname . if you can’t afford to donate that’s totally fine , i’d appreciate if the news could be passed along . i hope your day’s been kind to you.
EDIT : my rent is $375 , it doesn’t have to be exactly that but as long as i can give her something , it’ll be okay . i appreciate the help .
EDIT : my paycheck from work was literally only forty dollars ahjkfldsa but on the upside i’m getting somewhere around 150 which will leave me at $200 which is NICE bc now i have something to give my landlady — but that still leaves me $175 short on rent , and it would be nice to get it all to her if i can .while it’ll be nice to have money to give my landlady , it unfortunately means that i’ll have no money to put towards food , at all . $100 dollars can fill my fridge for the next two weeks . please donate if you can , i’m out of resources , and since i can’t drive and work a mid shift , as well as get to work through the bus line , there’s just no way it’ll work out . thank you to those who’ve passed this post along , it means a lot .
‘ — Ah. I think they’re leftover from the original store owner. His tastes were very … eclectic, to say the least. You’re probably the only person beside him that’s had an eye for it. I’m almost tempted to give it away just to free up space on the shelves. ‘
Words spilled out before thought could be put into them and the next moment he was ducked around the other side of the shelf. Not that he needed to hide, or anything – but he could feel himself speaking too fast and hovering too close. Part of him worried it was noticeable to the other man scanning pages of foreign text. Though he brought the conversation up and approached he found that it was harder to keep an even expression.
‘ Oh – you know … I close the shop around six so, maybe seven or eight? ‘
———THE MAN SMILED AT THE NOTION OF A FREE SET FROM HIS FAVORITE WRITER, but instead placed the book back into its sleeve beside the others in the collection. plucking the set from the shelf, he made somewhat of a gag hauling it over to the counter where the owner no longer waited, turning to give the man a smile.
❝ that’s not necessary, i’d like to make a purchase. ❞ he knew exactly what it was like owning a storefront at the man’s age and experience. it was no laughing matter, hard hours and little pay off aside from meeting new people. eventually, the requirements of his curse turned into more of a job than a hobby, and vice versa for his profession.
❝ consider it fate… i’m probably the only person within a hundred miles who would be interested enough in buying it. ❞ he plucked a pen from the counter top, scribbling down his name and number on the back of a card, and wedging it between two crisp fifty dollar bills. he considered that some incentive to pick a nice venue.
She should have known better to wander at this time of the night, but her sheer wanderlust – especially when it came to being in a new place – got the best of her. The desire to come to understand her oriental roots, being birthed from a German mother, forced her to travel to such a gracious country.
“ And here I thought I’d feel safer walking around at night compared to home… Turns out it’s just the same… ” Perhaps if you had not chosen to be out at such an abnormal hour.
———HE’D WATCHED THE MAN TAIL HER SINCE WELL BEFORE HE WOULD HAVE CONSIDERED IT COINCIDENCE. parking his bike beneath the underpass of a connecting road, the man kept his helmet on as he watched the pursuit closely. most nights, people were not so fortunate to have him looking out for them; the level of crime against visitors was on the rise. pacing himself as to not give away his presence, the man listened in as his prey closed in on the woman. this would not end with a kill, he knew it.
before knife was even brandished, kaufman sprung and grappled the would-be mugger in his arms. holding him like that as he thrashed and struggled, the man counted slowly towards two hundred. then and there, he rested the attacker on his back.
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