Money is my worst enemy.

I get £35 off my Dad a week to live off.

I couldn't be more thankful that he actually gives me money.

And I hate to say it,

but,

it isn't enough.




I spend the majority of my time crying over money because I actually cannot afford to live.


I need to spend £35 on food
I need to spend £15 on transport
I need to spend £5 on hygiene products

I need to be able to buy theatre tickets when told to

I need to be able to feel safe and not worry if I ever ended up stranded anywhere with no money.



I need a job but I have no time for one.


I'm struggling so much.

I don't enjoy living.


I can't do this much longer.


So many regrets.

I wish I hadn't come to Drama School when I had.


I wish I'd had taken 2 or 3 years out to work and save up money so I could actually afford to be here.



I'm never actually in class.
My body is.
My mind isn't.
My mind is off fighting battles with money.
Sadness.
Dreams for the future.

9 Grand a year and all I'm doing is worrying about money.


I need a miracle.

I need help.

So badly.

I am going to be homeless.

I can see it.

I'm scared.

Please. This is my cry for help.

BLANK

I WENT TO BRIGHTON

On the 6th March 2016 I visited Brighton for the first time with my friend Josh. 

I took photographs and filmed things for his piece of Theatre he was creating for his third year Dissertation of European Theatre Arts. 

These are a few of my favourites that I took.