I ended work feeling oddly mature today, like a person who might own matching undies. I don’t. I actually don’t.
So I checked my bank account, because it’s payday this week. A bold and foolish act upon my part.
I don’t know what fantasy I was living in, why did I bother? Deluding myself to imagine I could have spare change?
Instead the screen simply sighed back at me Available balance: lmao
Basically zero and overdrawn.
I haven’t indulged in anything dramatic. No yacht. No luxury wardrobe. I don’t even operate a vehicle. Yet my money has clearly held a clandestine midnight meeting with my bills and decided to flee the country. Seriously I can never pin point which bills took what.
Council tax.
Energy bill.
WiFi.
The list goes on. Everything is a bill.
Payday is less about me treating myself and more about my fingers crossed there’s enough for all the outgoing. It’s really a question of like wtf these days.
Adulthood is just labouring endlessly so your finances can remain… average. Or rather non existent in my case.
I need a new sofa so I’m planning a heist. Anyone want to come with?
Or shall I just do Only Fans?
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