It’s payday and I’ve got under $100 to last me the month. That’s after bills, after the absolute essentials. No room for anything extra.

The hardest part is watching my old dog need medication and wondering how long I can keep stretching things. Still no stable job. Still feeling the aftermath of that hack in March that wiped me out in more ways than one.

I’m not asking for anything. Just… if you ever wonder why I’m quiet or stressed, this is why. Life’s on hard mode right now.