( the entry is public, but the text is triggering. talk of mental abuse, rape, ptsd. proceed with caution... )

MOE called me yesterday afternoon. not to see how i'm doing or chat about his (maybe) final year in school, but rather, to ask me for money.

and no, this wasn't a 20 spot for gas or 50 bones for a book. he wanted me to front him FOUR HUNDRED dollars to cover his rent for october ( Read more... )

it's midnight, i'm in the house, but i'm not asleep. i haven't been asleep since i tossed and turned this morning.
( WARNING: this post may trigger. it's not intended to be inflammatory, but it might bring up some old pains... )