by Uschi Lou


At the thrift store. Found some awesome pieces, but had to put everything back because I’m broke! I hate being broke. I’m hungry. There’s no damn food. I can’t get food stamps (how far below the poverty level does a person have to be to qualify???). Anyway, over sharing. I don’t like to talk about those kinds of things because I’m very independent and don’t want people to feel bad for me. But I want to be able to spend five bucks at the thrift store once in a while and wake up to some food in the fridge. That’s why I’m in school, so I can get a damn job (hopefully) that pays more than minimum wage. Because this isn’t living, it’s surviving.