I'm so lost right now. I have nine days to leave here and don't have anywhere to go. I have no money. I've been looking for a job but have had only two interviews for all of the applications I've filled out. Even if I do get a job now I won't have a pay check in time to get a place.
My mom was going to get a place with me but I found out that she has no money so there's that. I have no family or friends that are willing to help.
I've been having really bad panic attacks. I just don't know what to do and the anxiety is eating me alive. I haven't been sleeping well. Anxiety is not good for insomnia. I really feel like I'm going crazy. I don't want to think about what I would do if I didn't have my dogs to take care of.
That's another thing that worries me. It's gotten cold out. The tent keeps the worst of the wind off but still it's not like being in a house. I hate this for them. I never meant it to be this way and feel so bad that they can't be inside with me.
I keep hoping that something good will happen soon. I'm so desperate that I've even entered sweepstakes in hopes of winning enough for a place, even though I know the odds of winning are slim and none. My GoFundMe thing is still going but I haven't had anything at all with that lately. The last money I had on there was just enough to get here.
I really don't know what to do. I hope things get better. I hope I can find a place and a job soon. The way it looks now though I think I'll end up living in my tent somewhere. I can't write any more. I feel another panic attack coming on. I'll try to write later.
