I don't know how I'm going to pay for this. I don't have hardly any money. At least I'll get the money back for my car or whatever. I can't work, i can't dance, I can't do anything I like. I can't drive and do like doordash. I can't do anything.
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Eleanor's Journal
Ficção GeralThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death
