Sigh. Rent went up.
I still haven’t chased refunds/credit for the expensive arse cat biscuits she can’t eat, and she’s inhaling the expensive tins like she’s got hollow legs.
Mourning the clothing that got ruined because the equivalent replacements now are such bad quality.
Also I’m wasting money/letting food go bad/getting by in less eco friendly ways because I’m constantly so damn tired. Just bone deep fatigue.
Even the once free entertainments now want their pound of flesh.
Everything feels shitty and dystopian