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.
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