long story short, i moved to england because my landlords lost a cheque and told me they’d already cashed it, so i thought i had $1700 more than i did. i spent it, four months later they found the check, and they want their money back. i’ve already paid back $1000, but i owe another $650 still. i’m trying to pick up as many hours as i can, but i live in the city with the highest unemployment rate in canada, so that’s not easy to come by.
my birthday is on sept. 29, so i’m hoping i’ll get enough birthday money to cover at least half of it, but my family is also pretty broke so i’m not sure if that will pan out.
basically i’m scared. i’m really scared. my roommate and my partner don’t deserve to get kicked out of our beautiful home because i can’t make enough money. i’m in tears right now because i don’t know what else to do but ask for help.
if you’d like something in exchange, i’m very willing to put my skills to work, so this is what i can offer:
- i’m a masters student in education. i’m damn good at writing. you want a resume/cv? cover letter? essays? book reports? proofreading? not only will i do it, i’ll do a damn good job. want it to sound like you, but better? send me a sample of your other work and i’ll make it happen. - want me to ghostwrite your story or fanfiction? i’ll do it. if you’re not sure if i’m a part of the fandom you’re looking for, just ask. - want a letter you can read when you’re feeling down telling you how amazing you are, how valued, and how loved? i’ll write it for you. hell, i’ll write it by hand and mail it to you with little stickers. - you want nudes? fuck yeah, done. you into weird stuff? trust me, i do not care. please signal boost this and donate if you can. i’m so scared that my 25th birthday is going to be the day i’m evicted from my home.
Me when I'm focused:
I find something cool to read. There is the vague awareness of sunlight no longer shining through the window behind me, followed by the return of said light. Wait, shit, that means I've been reading all night. If I didn't keep snacks nearby, it's possible that I wouldn't have eaten.
Me when I'm unable to focus:
I find something cool to read. I cannot make it past the first two paragraphs. Wow, there sure is a lot of text of the page. My brain refuses to properly process it. There are the sounds of a conversation in another room, the ever-present hum of electronics, cats walking on the roof. My foot itches, and I have a song stuck in my head. ...Why am I poking myself in the face with a drinking straw? Where did I even get the straw?? Where did it come from???? I walk away, confused and realizing I'm hungry. I go to grab a can of beans, and come back with two coloring books, a pair of headphones and the overwhelming feeling that I forgot something. I put the items down on the couch and pace back and forth for no reason.