Hey dog, what’s up? How are you? That’s good, I’m glad you’re doing well at least. That makes me happy. Me, yeah. I don’t know dog. Well, I do but I don’t, ya know? It’s that standard way of thinking that I’ve always got.
I’m just in a bit of a rough patch. Heh, “bit of” undersells it a lottle bit. I’m broke dude, living paycheck to paycheck, without a paycheck. Yes, I do have a job now, so woo. But that’ll only do so much. All of that money is still going to go to rent. And I’ll have maybe a few dollars left over, if that. And that repeats for months. It’s a vicious cycle. I’m just tired of being working class, and the worst part is I’ll be working class for the rest of my life. I mean, even when I go into the professional field, I’ll only make so much. Like it’ll likely be enough for myself to live but that’s about it. And I use “live” very loosely, it’d just be the bare necessities.
Where did this all go wrong?