I found out what brings me down.
When I'm house bound.

Can't afford to go out.
Spent all my pay on my hobby and foolishly.

Next time I'm going to make sure I have enough for the month.
No more acting like I'm rich, I enjoy simple things and cheap things.

Never again will I worry and have to ask for help.
going to sacrifice at the first this time. not spend and then sacrifice.

Feel like a failure when I have to ask.
I hate feeling like that,so no more made a mistake but learned from it.

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