Sometimes I really think I'm cursed or something. If not then how come every fucking month I have to scream into the void, hoping someone helps me?

Well, there's good news and bad news. The good news is that I believe December will, finally, be a smoother month for me.

The bad news is that it's not December yet. And with only nine days left until rent, here I go. Again.

I'm so tired. Sometimes my depression gets the best of me. I'm not even sure how I'm still alive.

https://ko-fi.com/navar

The goal is there. If I don't get this amount in nine days, well. I'm sure sleeping on the street isn't as bad as it sounds.

Ten people donating $50 already helps immensely.

Look... if you can't donate, share. Share wherever you can. This is the last time. I just need to survive the rest of the month. I hope so.

Otherwise... I don't know. If, nine days from now, you guys don't see any update, you can probably assume the worse.