I had a basket full of healthy ass food I was gonna waltz out the emergency exit of New Seasons with but I got scared and left. Then I tried again. Chickened out again.

So I guess I’m not eating today. I would have gotten my food stamps this week if not for this piece of shit who also got the cops sent to my spot. It was such a cool spot and that fuck face ruined it. I don’t even know if my stuff is still there.

Can someone please fucking help me? I don’t really want to live much longer—but I’d like to at least eat something nice, and have something sugary and horrible to drink.

Sorry I keep asking for money.

Also Creamsicle wants a root beer.

”Yaay root beer! Yaaay!”

He’s mostly oblivious to what’s going on but sometimes he picks up on how sad I am and he gets really worried.

CashApp & Venmo are allthetimesivedied. I can use either one here but I have to head home soon.

Please help.