Drowning in Who I Am

Yoooo I’m drowning in fuckin bills. Kenny has helped so much by like buying me food and cooking with me and helping me make better decisions. I feel like I just can’t get shit paid off no matter what. I’m tired of never being able to catch up, tired of getting a paycheck, having it disperse to a million different places, and having to scrape the fuck by with only coffee creamer and cereal in my kitchen.

And my rent went up. Someone fucking kill me please.