*Points at Donate button below journal* Shameful, I know, but it's a little important.


So, today I got $150 dollars from the chief on the reserve to pay for my medication. My sister found him and even thanked him for it, and soon we were on the way to the bank to put it into my account. I put in all 150 of it, my balance came back as 110. 110?! Where did the other 40 go??

Well, as it turns out, they have that lovely little NSF fee that never came after me before when I was in college and ran into a situation where I couldn't afford a $2 item. I bought a drink for my sister and her daughter at Burger King yesterday, couple collars, no biggie. I was gonna just buy some icecream for myself, but she was thirsty, so I bought it for her first. Then I tried to buy the icecream, and my debit card came up with that nice little insufficient funds message. I had enough for the drink, but apparently I was only a dollar short for the icecream. No problem, I was disappointed but I just thanked the lady and took the drink back to my sister.

Today after finding out I was suddenly missing $40 dollars out of nowhere, I searched around online and finally my sister called the bank and it was explained to us. Apparently, because I was a dollar short and they couldn't take out money that wasn't there, they charge a 30-40 dollar fee for every item I don't have the money for. One dollar as opposed to 40... what? How much money could they have possibly lost to charge me so much?! I needed that money to buy my medication -today-, and there'll be hell to pay when my mom finds out. We can't call her at the hospital, she can only call home on breaks, and I don't know when her next break is if she even has one. She'll come home at seven tonight, and she will be in a BAD mood, she always is after work.

I'd pay it off myself if I could, but obviously I have nothing. The doctor says I'm not allowed to get a job because of my depression and the effects of my medication, so where's the money gonna come from? My sister said she was going to give me some money days ago, and I told her how important it was because I was afraid for my Paypal taking money at inconvenient times. Everytime I asked she'd say she'd take me in the morning, in the afternoon, tomorrow, tomorrow night, she just kept putting it off. Now she won't give me a penny, said she needed the money. If I only got that into my account in time, this wouldn't have happened. Sigh... we were supposed to split the money we got from selling food and raffle tickets at the pow-wow, but I don't see any of the money. No big deal, I'm used to that. But if there's one thing I cannot take right now, it's mom screaming and yelling over something like this and finding some way to blame me. I pretty much need my medicine because I live with her, and the medicine is for depression

I can't wait until I'm allowed to move out (yes, she controls pretty much everything in my life and blames me for things I had nothing to do with)

Well, I'm gonna lay down and turn on the fan to drown out the sound of Peyton downstairs, she loves to scream and cry for no reason whatsoever and it's making me want to kill something