i’m scared of getting old. isthat ok to say

having a hard time not getting jealous of every single person in my life who is having fun and close with their friends while my bank account is in the negatives (again) and my partner is in a state i’ve wanted to go to my entire life and has barely asked how im doing since he left and my car stopped working for the third summer in a row while it’s 105 degrees out. i try really hard to not be woe is me but damn….sometimes woe is me

so poor i’m closing my eyes and praying someone will drop a $20 bill on the floor and i will find it

i got all of my birth moms best traits like her eating disorder and her consistent bad mood and her (undiagnosed) ocd and giant tits

got my nipples pierced and bought my first pair of low rise jeans . i am evolving