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I wonder how many meals I can skip?

I have $100 to last until a week Wednesday

Dinner for a week costs about $120

I need veggies for the piggies

I have dinner until Wednesday

Need guinea pig pellets

I’m going to run out of weed tomorrow

At least I have nicotine?

If I get veggies, which I will, then I can either afford up until next Saturday of weed or probably 4 meals

So

So I guess I’m going without dinner for a bit

There’s ancient things in the freezer

I can probably eat some of it

I’m not glad I’m me

I have to afford bus tickets in there as well

So I need something

But it’s by own fault I’m here

I don’t even know

It’s a whirlwind every time

Feels like weeks go by

I can do whatever I want when I’m alone

No one to tell me to slow down

Instant regret

I’m fine

I’ll be fine

I’ll repeat it until it’s okay

I don’t need money, or food, or anything

I’ll just exist

Somehow

Maybe I’ll run away

No, that wouldn’t change anything I’d just be cold and wet

This is not a late July sleep on the bench in the park in Vancouver season

Besides I just came back again when I didn’t find anything

Just rich people houses

I cheapened them with my presence

What is there to do?

I can’t do anything

I have to make sure my piggies have veggies

And I’m probably going to pick weed over food

I’m fucking fat enough it’s not like I can’t skip a week of proper food.

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