Every time I land into a string of the worst fucking luck I've ever had in my entire life, I think of a scene in my favorite movie, "NOPE", which sums up my feelings on it;
"What do you call a bad miracle?"
This. This is a bad miracle.
First was Ansel's disappearance after his suicide note. Then my roommate turned out to be a fucking sexual predator who had been lying and hiding this whole time (my roommate, who's been one of my best friends since I was 14). Then my aunt died suddenly from a heart attack. Then my great aunt died (thankfully surrounded by her loved ones except for my father, whose aunt is his, because he got a new fucking job and couldn't make it and cried for two hours without letting anyone but my mom know, who snitched on my sister and I because we love him and are worried that he didn't cry). Then the new job I was like, 90% sure I was about to get (within the game industry) vanished due to a change in management. Then my other great aunt died (leaving my great uncle alone and so sad that he's currently hospitalized). Then my roommates and I had a fight so hard that I'm wondering if everything I've ever built and worked for is even worth it. It's gotten so fucking bad that I just. I think I need to fucking move. And finally, once more, my prescription for testosterone didn't get renewed bc doctors are fucking idiots. So now I'm late on my shot and I'm a fucking mess.
I've spent a lot of money on moving around, trying to be there for my family and I'm out of everything. I don't even know if I can fucking pay rent, so. If any of you have read this long I guess, thank you? And if you wouldn't mind sharing? Because I'm at my wit's end.
If you'd like to help, I'd really appreciate it.
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