Who's just fuggin tired

M36 for whatever reason that's a thing here, drowning in debt, psychological and physical health in absolute ruins and no real light at the end of the alleged tunnel in sight, currently crying with joy over a plate of centra €3 chicken wing, you know the BBQ ones that don't taste half bad, highlight of my day, don't really know where I'm going with this other than a general cry for help and I swear to whatever god's you believe in if you send me thoughts and prayers I'll send you bills and itchy pillows