no money for food again, for like the hundreth time in the past couple years. i’m so hungry i’m crying. i don’t understand why people criticize me for deciding to move to the U.S. in two months, cause, “what if something goes wrong? there’s nothing in the U.S. that you can’t do in puerto rico.” i mean seriously, like it’s all going so great here. all my underwear have holes in them, most of the socks, too. i don’t have a job. or transportation other than my own two feet (public transportation here is horrifying and unreliable) which makes it harder to get a job (not like they’re available anyway) had to quit college ‘cause i couldn’t afford it (even though i had 4.0 and was top of the class) gas prices are insane (so even if i could afford to fix my car i couldn’t go anywhere) i have no chances as an athlete and keeping up with training without having the necessary fuel and/or resources is hell. and our minimum wage means nothing when we walk into the grocery store with overpriced everything. migranes because of hunger, however, those are free. puerto rico is a sinking ship. when are people going to stop pretending everything is okay?

today’s 10 mile run on an empty stomach is going to be super fun…