Please don't scroll. Just give me 60 seconds.
I work 12 hours a day, 12:00 to midnight, every single day just to survive.
Still, it's not enough.
I trusted the wrong people. They left me with obstacles i didn't create... depts, pain, silence
I'm not asking for charity. I'm fighting back the only way i know how:
I write short stories. Real ones. Raw ones. Fiction that bleeds truth.
And now, i've got 5 days to sell enough of them to avoid losing everything.
Rent. Food. Electricity. Survival.
If you ever felt like the world was crashing and you were screaming silently,
My words are for you.
*The links in my bio
*Even if you can't buy, just sharing this could save me.
Thank you. For listening. For staying. For reading it.
