Her rent for the rest of the year is barely $100.
She could stop buying snacks from the gas station for a month and afford the rest of her rent for the year.
her parents could literally stick thier hands down the side of the sofa, or have a scratch about in the car for this month.
i'm pretty sure she'll be 'reet and it wikll be a sacrifice they manage.
i just wonder how she doesnt feel bad about bellyaching like this when she knows this fine fucking well.
its kind of funny how, on a post about how you shouldnt feel bad about asking for help, she said the ''nieghbours did the 'woe is me / poor me' routine'' on her. which is, literally what the post is supposed to be about being Okay.
All these other people clearly are of the same mindset of staph, which is For Me Not Thee, so natural and unquestioned, it doenst even cause the slightest concern for their optics, when you'd think as spoilt narcisists, they had little else to concern themselves with. Either that, or, possibly the reason that noone came down on her for it is, basiclay people just have a oplicy of ignoring her, not wanting to make it too twitterlike on bluesky. CErtaqinkly she's priobaly blocked ot high heaven for various reaosns, which will be hiding her from a lot of people. It kind of makes sense.
Probably pretty frustrating for her, even if its definitly doing her personal good to not get in slapfights .
Also-STAPH, WADDLE YOUR ARSE BACK INTO THE CHEMIST, and let them hold the found pendant for someone who it may just mean a lot to.
If they dont come back, you can have it, but fuck the only framework she has for considering others is pre approved racialised shit, becasue even thogh she only uses it to try to look good, she has managed to hold onto the message that racism bad, becasue its written in the biggest letters.
On the pattern subject, here is an absolutely beautiful pearl thrown before swine for Staph to not bother pretending to enjoy because it is 1)not dated millenial pop-metal that 2)doesnt tickle her personal narcissim .
But you can enjoy it, frens