Supersadmommy90
Student
- Sep 24, 2019
- 186
Thought y'all on here would appreciate a little humor of the non-fiction variety. You really can't make this stuff up. Things have gotten worse lately, I cried myself to sleep last night and then woke up crying again at 3 am. By 8 am I was running the roads on an empty tank of gas to the store and back to get a 1/2 inch, 50 foot rope, attempted to go through checkout and sure as shit, even recently making a 40 dollar payment wasn't enough to get ahead of the interest apparently and it was declined. By the time that happened I kind of lost my resolve to be thrifty and find something makeshift around the house as I was tired from driving and crying. But this desire to have the means readily accessible is new and worrying since I am trying to live until my sanctuary age of 49 or whenever I go into menopause, but I don't know if I'll even make it that far TBH with how I feel about everything, if I'm on the verge of getting my method at 30 then how am I going to make it to menopause. I'm sure things will get better and I'll continue struggling along but inside I'm already dead, so much of me has already passed away so to speak I'n going through the motions but I'm not really alive.