Dear blogger, as you know, I'm broke.
Today was also one of the days I thought I'd really faint. From hunger that is. I didn't want brownies cause I was alreeady nauseous. I wanted to borrow money. Yes blogger, I was THAT desperate. It's not that I'm pathetically poor, my money's at home in my jar so avoid unnecessary expenditure. That's how I save blogger. I tried to turn to a friend to ask if he could help, loan me cash and then I could return. There aren't many people I trust blogger, and asking money's sorta like taboo. I tried to ask. I was NEARLY on that topic, blogger,when I said I wanted to faint. Instead of the usual "why!? Are you okay?" Response, I got one that was so fucked up. I got mad blogger. That was far from what I was expecting. And I haven't even asked for any favour yet. I was so sad blogger, I wanted to cry. Dramatic much. Anyways, I've decided, it's okay. I don't really need your help. Just know that whtever it is, you can always count on me. Despite all this fucked up shit. I made a promise that I'd be there, The least I can do is to stick to it. No grudges held. I'm finally home. And I can a good meal before hitting the sack. I'm on for the entire week. I've got to rest.