I sat down and looked at my bank account balance on my iPhone. To say it was laughable, was an understatement. I was twenty- four, stupid, and horrible with finances. I didn’t go out spending money like a baller or anything, but I did splurge for the occasional cute purse and stylish pair of shoes.
I was a glutton for a cute pair of shoes.
I looked up at my ceiling, and noticed the peeling paint for the first time. The apartment was a mess, and I had enough money for mac and cheese and hotdogs for the next two weeks, and that was it. No extras, just food, but my bills would be paid, and I’d be able to survive another two weeks until my next big pay was here, and then maybe I would buy a can of paint, and fix the ceiling and the walls…
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