I have to pay rent today but I can’t make myself look at my bank account before I write a check.
I feel like we’re hemorrhaging money and I’m constantly trying to shove all of my being into the gaping wound to stop it from flowing out.
Glancing at the bank account always feels like throwing salt on the wound.

I do this one little word thing every year and this year I can’t decide between gold and rage. I want life to be golden but I feel like the only thing keeping me going is the rage.

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