Bro, dude, sigh.

I will never be a druggie. I can’t imagine how hard it is for druggies to think about money. I just blew my bank account from buying two-month of adderall. The pharmacist could see in my face that i was either going to cry or punch him in the face for charging me so much. I really am not excited for Christmas whatsoever. Even though i’m doing secret santa with my family, i still have to buy other gifts for deven and his parents; therefore, i probably will not have money by the end of the year.

It sucks because i haven’t been able to shop for myself. I’ve been wearing the same raggy clothes over and over. It’s depressing. I keep looking at shopping sites and just think how good some dress could look on me. I want to have a heart attack thinking about it. I hate that i have to struggle with money so badly.

Man oh man, even though i’m losing money, i still want a freaken class for winter. I’ll do anything just to get units! It kills me that i have to ask my dad for so much money. I’m sure he thinks i waste my money endlessly. I don’t know how to describe to him that i have ADD, so that’s why i’ve been asking him so much money. It sucks to have a barrier language with parents, especially when they supply the money. I think my dad is going to cut me off soon, and i don’t even get financial aid. I really am in a tight squeeze of money. Shit.