I Am Poor

I’m finally accepting that I’m poor right now... I’ve been poor for atleast a year. I’ve stayed optimistic hoping that it would enlighten me to riches. I’ve done no harm to others or myself.... but I’ve gotten poorer. And I know thAt it could be worse/ see optimism again-but with rent coming up on Sunday and the bills I need to pay; in reality I think this might be the poorest I’ve ever been... I’m starting to get scared that I’m going to keep slipping no matter how hard I try; like I’m cursed...I don’t know what to do anymore...I’m trying to get a second job...I go to interviews every week...sigh..I’m tired of only being able to spend $2 a day which means there are days where I don’t spend anything at all so I can spend it on rent, gas or a true meal... I don’t know what happened for life to be this way...it’s getting harder to be happy.. I can’t buy new underwear or clothes... I keep trying to stay active as if money were no issue....it’s getting harder to even see the point of living if I can’t participate in the things that I like; I can’t afford my hobbies...it’s getting harder to live and it breaks my heart to think that way...I do all the right things and I feel i keep slipping...I don’t understand... Today I ask for a chance. I ask for my moment to be great.