𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓞𝓷𝓮 // woosan

Stressed Out

(tw) intricate description of a panic attack
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Jung Wooyoung.

I took all the money that I had leftover from my part-time job to rent out a motel. It wasn't much, and I could barely afford it, but It would have to do for now.

I'm practically homeless. The perks of living with someone who helps contribute to the bills and such really shows when you have to fend for yourself.

I made the decision to fend for myself the day I moved out. My mother showed me no support and no love. She couldn't support me, even if she wanted to. After the incident, checks bounced, bills pilled up, and debt accumulated.

She told me I was going to fail. Don't even bother trying, you're going to end up right back here. Being the stubborn person I am, I still decided to move out.

With Hohyun's help, it was a lot easier. Just get a job to pay for tuition. His parents already were paying for his, so all he would have to pay for was the bills.

Now that I'm sitting on this questionable motel room bed, My mind beings to wonder. What am I going to do when I run out of money? I started working more hours at my part-time job, at the expense of my grades. While it'll keep me going for the next week, that won't do it when the tuition fees come up.

I could feel the stress begin to pile up. I couldn't live on campus since the year already started, and I only have enough scholarships to help pay for some of my tuition. The most important of those scholarships being academic based, and easy to lose in my current situation.

I could feel my phone going off in my pocket. Thousands of notifications coming from what could only be Hohyun. I throw my phone to the end of the bed, not wanting to deal with him right now.

I lay back on the bed, and close my eyes, trying to rid my mind of the hurricane brewing behind my eyelids. I begin to get a whiff of a certain smell. One of those smells that doesn't really have an origin, but it still manages to take you back to when you were young.

It relaxes me for a bit, as I remember a time when I was carefree. The things I would do to be back there, not a care in the world.

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It's a few days later, and things are getting worse.

The tuition payment came in today, and I had to use the last of my money to pay it. With that in mind, I have no money to pay for another night at the motel.

While the lady, at the front desk has been really nice in helping me out in my situation, she won't be able to just give me a room for free.

With all the hours that I have to work nowadays, my grades slipped faster than they went up. I'm barely passing all of my classes, and the threat of losing my most important scholarship is very prominent.

Sooner or later, I will be on the streets. It's either that, or I admit defeat to my mom.

While I am very stubborn, I won't have a choice if I don't want to be homeless.