Rent is crazily expensive here, and I've applied to all shelters and group homes I could find. None would take me unless I work full time.
Yesterday day towards the end of the session she looked so sadly at me and muttered: what are we going to do with you? And all I could do was whisper: I do try, I swear. I've never been this close to breaking down in front of her before. And at the same time I feel so helpless

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