…because of the thing with the money. And then losing my wallet, and then one of my plushie friends. It’s only going to get worse. I really hope I die before it does.
And in a bit over a week from now it’ll be the 1 year anniversary of the last time I saw my friend, the one who won’t talk to me anymore. One down, the rest of my lifetime to go. I know I’ll never see them again and while I think I’m over the cringey weird shit, I still think about them pretty much every day and it hurts so fucking much.
You know I’ll never get a car or a minivan or whatever. Definitely not before this winter—it gets harder to cope with every fucking year.
Fuck.
I’m speaking for all of those who donated to you because this is 100% true (and if they disagree then they’re just doodooheads), we don’t care about any money we’ve give you. We care about you. You are a priority, much like anyone who finds themselves under the heel of our unjust society. Sure, we care about your whales too, insofar as they matter to you. You matter infinitely more than any dollar wasted, drug taken, or property lost. We’re comrades.
I wish I could take away the pain you are experiencing.
In the last thread some people suggested reaching out to state-funded groups, like rehabs and/or group homes. Have you considered this further?
If you don’t know where to start looking for this information, please reach out to someone in-person or DM someone you trust on Hexbear or Lemmygrad or whatever.
Edit: I swore a bunch because I got passionate.