Innerworkings.

I just cried my eyes out over a necklace breaking. The necklace that was twenty-five dollars. Twenty five out of the one hundred that Julie gave me. Before I knew that she was counting it, seventy-five dollars on me was already spent. I didn’t know. And then she gave me twenty-five cash and Colleen one hundred. 

I could have bought back to school clothes with that money. 

Instead I got a dress and a necklace.

I fucking hate being poor.

I will never ever put my children through this.

I promise.