Life is kind of a shitty tragedy story. At least in books, the tragic characters have something, super-powers, wealth, fame, family, something to lose at least.

When I moved to a whole new province with my partner, I knew things would be hard, but I was always the hopeful type. "Maybe we'll have to only eat cup noodles for a long time, but everything will work out in the end!

He's a smart and hardworking guy, I'm a reliable girl, there's no way we'll be in financial trouble for long."

His visa is slowly expiring and he hasn't found any job. I got laid off from the only job I could find as they lacked hours to give.

Credit card maxxed out for me, family won't help him for much longer for him.

I wish I only had to worry about not being able to afford my phone bill, but unless my boyfriend finds a job in the next 2 months, he'll go back to where he's from, and I'll be stranded and homeless, on the other side of a country from my family.

I may be complaining for nothing here, my parents may help me move back in with them, but the shame will be insufferable.

I did everything right, I've always been a good person. I tried to be nice, caring and hardworking. I went to employment agencies, I gave résumés in places I'd rather die than work at, I've taken care of my hygiene and the apartment's, I've kept hope over and over, but there's only so much hope left to give.

I'll go back to my parents and be safe sure, but at what cost. I'll be a shell of myself, dead inside, ashamed and unable to try to live for myself ever again, and with credit card debt on top of that.

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