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Jan 2016
I'm tired of doing this.
I'm tired of trying.
I want to move back home,
into my tiny bedroom,
with panel walls.
I don't want to try to pay the bills
all by myself in this apartment
anymore.
I have no health insurance,
so now I have to buy my birth control.
Everyone seems to think I'm doing
so well for once in my life,
but I'm not.
I am so poor,
I go hungry everyday,
I go without the things I need,
things my dog needs.
I don't want to be 20 anymore.
So I am crying so hard into my pillow,
I can't breathe.
I need help.
Will things ever get better?
Or will I end up losing everything I go broke for?
I don't want to get out of this bed,
I am so ******* depressed.
I hate my life.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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