Fat sloppy chick with 17 abortions.
Lonely as hell, sittin’ inside binge-watching Lifetime like it’s my full-time career—anyway.
I need sympathy and empathy… preferably sent directly to my Venmo. Usually that’s the fastest way I see it come through, and yeah, I get weirdly attached to the idea of it being “direct.”
Currently accepting donations, sugar daddies, miracle blessings, and one mysterious millionaire ready to drop six figures on a freaky baby with spark. Cool, and no—this is not subtle.
Catch me FaceTiming while I’m halfway through cold fries, emotionally unstable, talking reckless, and pretending I’m the main character in a low-budget romance movie—wait, didn’t I say I was binge-watching Lifetime? Guess that’s still going.
If you like sarcasm, bad decisions, dark humor, and women who overshare immediately… baby I’m your stimulus package. Which, okay.
Goal: make 6 figures in a month. Reality: probably ordering DoorDash and rewatching Lifetime murders in a bonnet.
Applications open.
Funds welcome.
Trauma included for free.”
i suck good tho
