Which is like, all the fucking time. I’m so tired of it plaguing my thoughts. It’s like this ticking clock inside my head that tells me my sense of security is expiring.

I never worried about a negative balance until I crazily splurged on random shit (coping mechanism). I feel like it’s all I think about, asides from maladaptive daydreaming.

It’s ruining my life and making my anxiety worse. I just want it to stop making me feel bad... I’m not dying, but I’m not happy...

I used to worry about staying alive—dismissing suicidal thoughts. Now I have to add financial sustenance to the mix. Fuck this