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Growing up...

Growing up sucks. There I said it. I hate being a "grown up" I find myself struggling to make ends meet for the first time since I started working. Granted I've been doing well at saving my rent and getting by groceries to last me until next pay day but after all that I find myself being stretched for money. I hate this! I hate not having enough money to do things. And now here's the kicker... My car potentially needs a new battery or an alternator. I can't afford that! I have no idea what I'm going to do right now. I honestly can't handle the stress. I have no idea where I'm going to come up with the money and it's like what am I going to do? I know I just need to sit back and breathe but I just can't the weight of all this is crushing down on me. I really wish I had never moved out of the house. Yes, I was going insane living with my parents and was itching to get out. I'm not going to lie I love having the freedom to do whatever I want and not have to answer to anybody. At the same time, I hate the responsibility that comes with it. I hate not having money because I have rent payments to make and groceries to buy on top of a gas tank to fill. And thanks to life's little emergencies that pop up I no longer have a savings. So when my car decided that it doesn't want to start working I'm scrambling to figure out to afford this. I seriously just want to go back and curl up in my old bed at my parents house with a really good book. But then again God is good, everything will work itself out. I just need to take a deep breath and relax, just put it all in is hands. It's just so hard to do, it is definitely something for me to work on.

**** UPDATE***
The car is fine, turns out it was something to do with the rain. I picked up more hours at work too to cover any costs I need. It's amazing how things work out... I just need to remember that God is good and even when I feel like I need to worry I really don't because God is in control.

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