running low
so nick just called me to ask me for money. it's only $75 dollars, but i've already let two other people borrow a pretty hefty sum, and i'm not working. i couldn't say no, though. he's done it for me several times... but he was working at the time... i can't take it back. i already said yes. but why am i all of a sudden freaking out about it? maybe if nick didn't spend every penny he got on booze he'd be okay. or maybe if he would do his life right for once. but i can't be mad... i won't dig him out of his hole... but i also won't judge him for getting himself into the mess he's now in. i've been there, done that. i know what it feels like... or maybe i don't. i think i got pretty lucky... and didn't dig myself in deeper... and i got help sooner... not judging. or am i? i'm not being a good friend if i judge him. but ... i don't know. i'm stuck. i'm stuck with very little money, and an obligation to help someone because they once helped me. maybe i can ask karissa for the money for nick... and he'll never know... and it won't be my money... in two weeks karissa will have another paycheck... in two weeks, i'll be another $300 short... with no paycheck to replenish my diminishing savings account.
i just need to do something.
i just need to do something.