I am so broke. I have $13 in the bank. I get paid on Friday. I have to make my gas last until then and I have to find stuff to eat at home. Tonight I had Beenie Weenies, some peanuts, a granola bar, and 2 pieces of toast for supper. I am pretty low down. I feel like this is part of my depression issue. If I wasn’t so fucking broke all the time I might not be so low. I suppose at least it wouldn’t hurt to not have money worries on top of all the other shit.
I haven’t heard from the latest Tinder guy since Saturday. I don’t really care, but it seems I ran him off. I don’t want it to be true, but I think I am going to be alone until I die. I am a miserable person and now I am alone. I have no friends, no family, and no husband. Just me.