There’s never enough of it. I’m so in debt to people, not only am I not going to be able to ever pay them back, but at this rate, any dream of moving to San Francisco is easily slipping away. Despite having a job, I’m going to end up being the dead weight. And it’s not like I spend absurdly. Sure, a few bucks spent on me every so often, but even with that, finances are impossible. And if I ask for help? I’m “greedy” or “asking to much” or “pushing” someone “too far” since “times are hard for everyone.” Bullshit “for everyone.” Any money I make goes immediately into a gas tank, whether it be mine or someone else’s. And even that isn’t enough, since gas is still incredibly expensive. I’m being told by so many different sources to just give up on any plans and ambitions I have, be they short term or long run, whether they be regarding places to go, people to be with, living arrangements, career hopes, etc. It isn’t enough. And it’s starting to kill me.