Are You There Donald Trump, It's Me Emily.I hate being poor and I've been poor my whole life. This time, my financial situation is the worst it's ever been. I lost my job a couple months ago and I can't seem find work to save my life. I couldn't afford my car and I just had to give it up yesterday. I'm beyond depressed. If I don't get help within a week, I'm about to lose the roof over my head. My family and friends can't help me either because they're poor, too.
I know it's silly to want to end your life over the loss of material things but I have no fight left in me. I should be thankful for my health, or what little I have of it, but I'm losing my sanity day by day. If someone could just leave a $5000 check on my doorstep, I would feel a sense of joy and calm I have never experienced in my 26 years of life. Sometimes I think if I can just write Donald Trump a sad enough sob story, he would give me money or bring me a car wrapped in a bow. That's some wishful thinking, huh? My only escape from reality are my contrived fantasies.
I don't know what I'm going to do if I'm homeless. I hope I can at least get a call back from one of the many places I applied to before my phones shuts off.
Has anyone ever been where I am? Please tell me it gets better, please tell me there is hope!