Cali living. Retired Gymnast. College Kid. Bisexual. Nerd and Proud. I am simply Serafina.
I support myself, I pay my own bills, I work my butt off and I take care of myself. Sometimes it’s a struggle and I don’t always have enough to put food on the table, but I take care of myself. Not because I refuse to let anyone help me but because there isn’t anyone that can. It’s difficult and sometimes I break down. I always get back up though.
Some people get that. They respect what I’m doing and they give me the encouragement and the recognition that reminds me how far I’ve come. It makes a difference.
And then there are my peers, whom have never had to fend for themselves. All I’d like from them is a little empathy, perhaps a little understanding. I’m tired of the scorn I’ve received when I say that I can’t afford to go out. But what truly makes me angry is when my own roommates, my supposed friends can’t understand why I am so concerned with saving money by turning off lights, or rationing food. I can’t ask my parents to send me money for groceries and if our rent is late, my credit is affected. I don’t have a cosigner and I barely make enough to build up my savings. All I way is a little bit of respect and common courtesy.
I’m not sure if this living situation is what’s best for me anymore. And that scares me because I don’t know if I can afford to change it either.
A brilliant metaphor
OH MY GOD one of our tigers did this (and it isn’t stuck on his head; one of the keepers went in to see if he needed help and he undid this and redid it on his own a few times) but oh my god hE’S PRETENDING TO BE A LION IM GONNA DIE