Recently, within the last year, I’ve moved out of my moms house into an apartment with my best friend. Got an amazing girlfriend and we’re actually getting our own place soon, I’ve also done a complete 180 of who I once was. He was a bad person, always high on something and ready for an outburst ya know. But like I said, a complete 180. To get to the point, I work 50 hours a week for 800 dollars a check. Being paid bi weekly, every other check is eaten by rent, bills, gas, you name it. The people I’m around deserve more than I can provide. I wake up with mood swings, treat my best people like shit but don’t know how to talk. I still eat nothing but sandwiches to try and save money but I still have to look the woman I move in the eyes and tell her I can’t afford the simplest things. Dates are becoming rare which honestly kills me. I don’t know what I think posting will achieve. Honestly just feel like a burden every fucking day and I can’t stand it. Makes me wonder if I should still be out making a living how I was before. At least then I felt like everything was worth it.