#fudraiser

Depression runs in our family, but I thought it had missed me. I wrote off tiredness and sadness as the winter months rolling in, on a recent death in the family. By the time I was sleeping through the day and hardly eating, I was beyond caring at that point. Three weeks ago, I almsot attempted to commit suicide but my brother, who I'm living with, stopped me. I went to mental health hospital for a few weeks, to start therapy and medicine. When I left a few days ago, it wasn't to any good news. My brother's job had laid him off, too many workers and not enough demand they said, and while there was a promise of more hours "eventually" it won't pay the bills. I can't work for the forseeable future, as I'm attending outpatient treatment most days for intense therapy. I'm here asking for help because out family is strapped and my brother is currently looking for more employment. We need one month's rent to see us comfortably until he either has a new job or regains his lost hours at his old job. Please help us, so we can stay in our home, so I can continue to get better. 

And if you can’t donate, please spread the word so someone who maybe can. Thank you.

As you may know today is wednesday. So that means it’s (over the) hump day. Don’t get too excited. You all probably have work to do to that you have been putting off since the beginning of time. I sure as hell know I do. But hey everyone needs to procrastinate once in a while right? After all is that not why tumblr was created? This kid here still has two more classes to go. « Oh and some silly fundraiser where one’s role is to stand out in downtown California Pa (I say downtown as though its more than a single road, consisting of more than just a Rite Aid, a Subway, a comic book store, and A few hole in the wall restaurants) in the middle of the road and prance about begging for change. Like beggars. Not my idea of an afternoon. I’ll let you know how that goes. 

This may in fact top our last fundraiser, which was this thing known as a “cash bash” where you must sell eight tickets at twenty dollars apiece. these lovely tickets gets one into  a little hoo hah where money is given away at fifteen minute intervals. Once again consisted of us girls trying to pawn off lottery tickets to willing (or unwilling) hillrods and old people. Most of whom had very few teeth. Also we had to try to auction off Maddona tickets. I think we would have had a better chance fitting an elephant into a small tutu.