so i guess i'm suppose to be happy that i have a roof over my head that takes over half of my money and leaves me with $400. to pay the bills,buy my smokes,and feed up to 4 people for the month. keep in mind that i live in Canada, where a bag of milk coast $4.89. hey but i got the roof right.
well at least i have my pets. though some people say that if i'm that poor, how can i have pets... it's simple. i buy and eat less food for myself.
every year i seem to get poorer. how can i not hate myself. since it's me that"so called" can change my situation.
so i hurt..what do i do? i marry for love, to a guy that has a learning disability.so i'm sad what do i do? i move to a big city (my home town) in hopes of getting help. losing just about everything i own in the process.how can i not feel like i was born just to suffer? after all it has been my lie story so far, with a short time of being well off, and accepted. but he died on me.