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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