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You used to only make $225 in a week Now you can’t make $225 last a week What is happening here? You swore that if you made more you would be responsible and stable And yet here you are Barely able to stop reaching for your credit card Barely able to stop spending your money and your time Fixated on things you don’t need You promised that if you made more money you would be responsible and stable But here you are Barely able to maintain And filled with greed... (Consistent financial irresponsibility is a form of self-harm and addiction)
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
Bank Account
Twenty-five cents. To most, this insignificant amount of money is spent with little worry or care. Twenty-five cents. To me, it’s all I have. I worry I’ll die with a quarter to my name. I care about the number I see on my phone screen as I check my bank account. Twenty-five cents. A trivial coin given to a child to buy a trivial toy. Twenty-five ******* cents. A pang in my gut as I see the history of every purchase, every dollar spent, every card swiped. Twenty-five cents. It’s all that remains.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
93/12 "Twenty-five cents."