complaining.
I have to move out of this apartment by sunday, with no destination. I have no security deposit coming back to me and $800 stolen from my savings account that the bank is not reimbursing me with because they can not prove fraud, even though it's my second claim in a month. Being that it's been dropped, the case has become a civil matter and I have to take it up with the police, which means I won't get a penny back. This leaves me with $30 in my bank account, and back to couch surfing. Midterm projects are due during the same time, and I haven't been booking any jobs. The days I've been requested to model conflict with school and my lack of money conflicts with my life. My phone is getting shut off within the next couple of days. My boyfriend feeds me.

Sometimes I wonder what it's like for people that don't have money problems, who grew up in homes, with food in their stomachs, beds to sleep in, and parents they could rely on. I had a solid 4-5 years out of 20 of a homelife, thanks to my aunt and cousin, then the day of high school graduation it was like I was 13 all over again, the age I was when I moved away from it all.

Always moving, always wondering where I'm going to end up, and always desperate for an ounce of stability.