
yes, it's a fact. i am poor. i am fucking poor. all i have left now is about two thousand dollars stashed in my purse. i was supposed to go to spain again for work, but i felt that it would break me. so here i am, in my mother's apartment in stockholm, typing on my packard bell and thinking about the future. THE FUTURE. i am moving back with my french man again soon, i love my family but for many reasons i cannot handle living here. we made up, the french man and i. we had a big fight, i was thrown out from the apartment in the suburb and moved back here. but he forgave my mistake and now it feels better than ever between the two of us. INTENSE.
cant sleep but i have to get a grip now, at least try to.
xoxo M


