Breaking point.

I’m almost in my mid twenties with no job, living with a relative and struggling to get through school. Found a job that is very stressful, like, 100% stressful with a small pay and my relative gets mad at me for getting home late. I’m tired, at breaking point. I think of my parents, siblings, nieces and nephews that’s why I can’t stop. I love when I can send them money because they’re my everything. God help me, I’m broken.

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