I run with a mad heart

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My best friend is Andy

My boyfriend and my enemy is Alex (sounds like a healthy relationship)

Proposes on the stage is Bob

fapitfelix:

Hey, so, I hate to make a post like this, but the time has come that I really do need some help with this. The images here are pictures of myself about 2 weeks ago, in the critical care unit of St Francis Memorial Hospital (hyped up on pain meds enough to take ridiculous hospital selfies). I had contracted a pretty rare (for my age, anyway) heart virus called Pericarditis. For those of you who don’t want to google it. it basically means the outer sac of my heart was inflamed, which caused my heart to be unable to pump correctly, get damaged, as well as restrict my breathing. And also put me in extreme pain. I was in the hospital for about a week, having taken a taxi there with the help of my friends, and from what the doctor told me, had I not done that in the speed I had, I wouldn’t be here today. Its kind of a miracle my heart only suffered minor damage.

Here’s where it gets worse. While I was in the hospital, my mother’s car was stolen from the hospital parking lot. While that in itself is bad, I happened to be moving from my dorm that weekend to my new apartment; so all of my belongings were in that car. Thankfully, we tracked down the car thanks to Car Track, but everything had been stolen out of it except maybe half of my clothing. Upon leaving the hospital, I had to go to the shoe store and buy myself new shoes because I didn’t own any anymore. A lot of my pants are gone (???) as well as my laptop, my printer, my 3DS, and just… everything. Seriously. Imagine everything you own, gone, except for your socks, underwear, shirts, and like 2 pairs of pants.

It gets worse. While I was in the hospital, my boss got pissed at me for not sending her updates on my condition (which I couldn’t really do seeing as I could barely move, let alone text), so she replaced me. Don’t get me started on how illegal that is, but it doesn’t matter now. I’ve discussed my options about that and realized theres not really much I can do about it. I begged for my job back, and theres a very minimal chance I’ll get it back which basically involves me getting a bunch of doctors notes and proving myself, etc.

And then, to top it all off, my moms house flooded JUST in my old bedroom, so all my belongings that I had left at her place (mostly stuffed animals, drawings supplies, and posters) are all completely soaked and ruined.

So as you can see, I’m having a terrible two weeks.

So while I can probably find a new job soon, and I can eventually get all my stuff back through insurance, paying for rent is where I’m stuck. I have enough money to pay this month’s rent saved up, but next month’s rent, I don’t. If I do get my job back, no doubt she’ll cut my hours, so I probably won’t be able to pay for my rent with or without my job. So all I ask if that if you have a dollar to spare, please send it to my paypal at rocciepuppy@gmail.com

Seriously, if every one of my followers sends me a dollar, I’m halfway there. My rent is $600 a month, so thats all I need. I’m not asking to reimburse my lost things. Just help me pay rent, and maybe groceries if I get enough money.

Thank you so much for reading. I really appreciate it. If you can’t donate, at least signal boost to help me out. Thanks!

Please, do not pretend that you didn’t open all the doors pronouncing your full real or imaginary name since then. 

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