Safety Net

Some days lately, it's been overwhelming to really understand that there is no help pay my expenses, or  $100 for interview clothes, or just-becasue money.

Some days lately, it's frightening to know that the only thing securing my shelter is an arbitrary number in the 700s and a piece of plastic.

Some days lately, the weight of hurt and betrayal of being constantly shown and told that I am not important enough to be supported financially bites deeper than the leather of any belt against the soft flesh of my childhood.

Some days lately, I know if I fall, there is no safety net. 

And I realise I've been falling for a very long time.