“My current apartment is on rent special and will increase by 300 $ in October.”
So you fucking rented a flat that had a “X first months discounted!” offer, and you KNEW the price would increase in October because there’s no fucking way you could sign the lease without having been made aware of that, and you knew you could not afford that higher rent,
and you went ahead and signed the lease anyway.
Fuck off with your boohoo I’m chronic sick gofundme. You deliberately took a place you knew you could
not afford and just expected the internet would pay for it. If rent is so impossible, why not look for a flatmate? There must be loads advertising right now, if it’s such a crisis.
And yeah I read that linked article. It’s the most unresearched dreck on par with a student newspaper…the person moans about being in constant pain that they first assumed was from being fat, but is instead some super mysterious malady that they don’t name and apparently they’ve never bothered to get diagnosed…choosing instead to opine about the horrific general side effects, how they collapse in pain in public cuz their back is so hurrrt from this non-specific thing…walker is from craigslist and not a doctor…they abandoned a shared flat in the middle of the night to mooch off another friend because “abusive situation” (aka no money for their half of the rent, I guess)…granny paid for their last place, all of it, for a long time…and the kicker?
“I guess I COULD move back in with my mom, but that would be awful because she doesn’t have a bedroom and bathroom suite on the first floor.”
FUCK THIS SELFISH BITCH. Top hat me. She he they whatever is NOT desperately staving off homelessness! They just don’t want to go home and live with mum in Ohio because it’s not big-city Chicago and they’d have to climb a flight of stairs to piss! And yet in the next paragraph they brag about being “worshipped” onstage at the many drag shows they perform in. So you can’t work a job due to all the nerve pain, BUT you can somehow force your nerveless frail hands around a bunch of makeup brushes to slap on the paint, stick on the false eyelashes, put on the wig, cram yourself into gaudy spandex, get over to the club and do god knows what for god knows how long, on stage. You moan about how you’re desperate and literally have nowhere to turn, and in the same breath say that you could just go back to Ohio and live with mum but fuck that. I guess no one worships you onstage in Ohio.
And apparently the income from this fledgling drag career that was “just taking off,” coupled with their income from a front desk job, “has dried up.” How does your income from a desk job “dry up?” Is that a cute phrase for “I was fired for incompetence and/or quit because I didn’t feel like working anymore?”
How did your “just taking off” drag “career” dry up after you went to uni for “recording industry,” which I wasn’t aware was a major? Maybe it’s because it was never a viable career and you are simply experiencing what millions of young people have gone through before you…moving from the country to the big city, going to a big school, trying to make it as an entertainer, finding it too expensive and difficult a lifestyle to maintain, reluctantly moving back to Bumfuck Ohio a little wiser and a little less naive. That shit is so cliche, it’s the plot of like half of all movies. But instead of admitting you failed, you want to blame being black, trans and disabled so you don’t look like a failure.
The whinging that “I don’t want to leave Chicago cuz the drag scene is cool here” is the icing on this fuckcake. You COULD leave and survive elsewhere, but you just don’t want to move elsewhere. That’s not you dying from lack of options and bigotry…that’s you being a spoiled little brat who is used to having people pay for everything and refuses to be inconvenienced. Surprise, living in a very big city is
expensive. Everywhere. This is not a shock to anyone. Crying that Chicago hates the disabled is not accurate. Chicago is just too expensive to live in
if you don’t work a job. Even the disabled resources you contacted told you to fuck off, I wonder why? Did you leave out the part where you have no formal diagnosis of anything other than obesity?
Thank god people were retarded enough to give you tens of thousands of dollars to sit on your arse and play at drag shows for funsies. Moving back home would be such hell because mummy’s house is
inconvenient. I wonder what you will do when the internet money stops and mum dies.
