My gift is real. Not in my head. Can you imagine how it felt for me as a young girl trying to make sense of it all? Having no-one?
This fuckin hurts me like hell. I now have zero money in my back and I can’t stop myself talking for these babies.
Its ruined me financially. I’m officially broke. I have nothing.
But still I will speak for these children.
I’ll stick to my principals thank you.
If you can donate anything to help me I’d really appreciate it.
My PayPal is firstname.lastname@example.org
If not I’m still gonna talk for these kids.
You can believe me or not.
But the worst is yet to come.
Trust and Believe.
I’m happy, don’t worry. I’m not giving up. I don’t give up.
Its just I took a huge hit by willingly choosing to end certain aspects of my income to focus on my writing for the kids.
I’d do it all again tomorrow. But I’m owed over £15,000 by ex students and clients etc…and had to use savings to survive.
I’m not upset I did it nor do I regret doing it.
These children need someone with them 24/7 and for whatever reason they chose me.
So I’m gonna step up for them.
I have my land. I own land. I can always pitch a tent lol
I’m not letting these poor souls down.
I won’t be another to add to the list of adults they can’t trust.
They chose me.
So I’m stepping up.
Don’t feel sorry for me. Just help me.
That’s all I ask.
Otherwise I’ll have to go back to readings and I won’t be able to write anymore.
My writing helps me see better.