me: says i won’t be around
also me: falls back hard into the rabbit hole that is mistake m.essenger n wants to make a twitter acct or a blog for mc or god forbid both
hi everyone this is jannah / anny! this was really embarrassing for me to make a post about, like some of you already know about my situation w/ my mum already, but i don’t feel comfortable explaining that
@ everyone reading this: please if you have enough to send, can you send me ( and my sisters ) cash? i barely have enough for them, let alone myself. i’m currently using the money that we have rn to feed them, and i’m only eating once a day… like i’m trying to spend money on cheaper foods at supermarkets but it’s not enough. my dad’s not even trying to help us out, and i’m literally losing weight like crazy
i’m currently working overtime but we don’t get paid until the end of next month, which really doesn’t help me right now. if you can donate even £5 i would really appreciate it. everything rn is going towards food for my sisters / their lunch money
like any amount of money you send would be appreciated. i just want to make it easier for myself because rn i don’t have energy. i’m not used to a diet for just toast, microchips and water
excuse the crusty ass lookin icon n excuse the inactivity - here is yet another post explaining why i’m not ..... here...,,, aka im on hiatus soz
basically:
i’m in my last semester of my undergrad and that means that i’m
+ doing my internship (minimum of 90 hours, which includes writing grant applications, creating exit interview questionnaires, writing a report on program impacts, as well as my own internship report which’ll probably be at least 15 pages long rip my fucking ass)
+ doing all the coursework that comes with all my units (shitton of groupwork leading to two reports, one of which will be sent to an actual city council so they actually do something for the younger populace in their area instead of spend millions on skate parks that aren’t even functional smdh, and one that’s an analysis of an organisation we’re expected to work with & help out in our own time bitch where???? plus, y’know, exams and essays!!! )
+ working shifts whenever i can, because i actually need to be able to support myself and contribute to the house expenses since we’re poor as fuck lmao
i just wanna graduate with high enough marks to get into a masters program,,, and, y’know, also not waste all the blood n sweat n tears it took to get to this point so i’m .. usually really not in the headspace to write bongsoon, or ellie, or diana, or literally any one of my muses. it’s either i’m sleeping or i’m slapping myself awake getting ready to go to uni or work or my internship or two of those things at the same time, and i get home pretty late most days so i just crash and sleep or sit down and get some coursework done before i Need to rest or i’ll pass out.
so, much as i am loathe to say it since writing is an outlet for me (sometimes), i just -- literally do not have the time for it at the moment. once all of this is over in mid-november, i’ll probably be in a less hectic environment and headspace, and lbr i’ll probably be back here bc this hellsite keeps sucking me back in.
but for the moment -- i’m just going to keep lurking and doing my thing. catch me on discord or twitter, since i’m usually always there, screaming or grumbling about something or another. <3 thanks for understanding !!!!
the shouting , the passionate voice of reason for change , the pushing and shoving leaves not a scowl but a smile in one’s eyes and he clings onto the moment as long as possible , basking in the sound of approaching revolution . he , however , did not expect the moment to end so quickly with misstep . naturally , hands tug onto the nearest mainstay : the unsuspecting tourist - and as a consequence , he’s lying on the cold brick street , head tucked between her legs , ❛ oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god i am so sorry ! ❜ hands move quickly to cover his eyes , and the man ( all dignity lost ) rolls sideway to the little space he has .
one moment upright, the next falling, falling, and ––– THUD !
her hair fans out beneath her head, and her eyes blink profusely at the image of the cloudy sky before her. while she’s not the type to be grazed by this motion, her bones too strong and skin too thick for bruises to bloom from such an impact, what she is is confused.
how ... ?
it is a slow start to understanding made quicker by the panicked yelping between her legs, and the jolted movement of a man’s shoulder hitting a bare leg. her bare leg, her bare thigh –– and where, upon further scrutiny, her dress had flipped upwards in the fall, exposing the nude biker shorts she always took to wearing with skirts. bong soon doesn’t even think –– she inches herself back, and kicks hard with all of her super strength on his shoulder, yelling:
❛ oh, me. yes, hello. i —— am an alleyway inspector. yes. absolutely. all secure ! ❜
he gestures at the alley behind him with his screwdriver, realizing that his lie wasn’t good enough for her to believe it.
❛ right, that’s not working. okay, then — fine. i’m the doctor. and i was searching for someone who was wearing an orange jumpsuit and made large growling noises. have you seen them ? i was supposed to keep watch and now they’ve gone and ran off without me looking. the worst, aren’t they ? ❜
from the blatant lie to the, quite frankly, strange description, any normal, smart person would perhaps take one last look at him and turn their back on the peculiar man.
–––––– unfortunately, do bong soon is not either of those things.
“ you said you were a doctor. why were you supposed to keep watch ? are they hurt or something ? ”
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