the overdraft notification blinks back at me. $35. for being poor. they charge you for not having enough. isn't that some shit? and i should be feeling… angry? sad? something? but i'm just… numb. numb is a superpower. at least today. i used to cry. now i just… add it to the spreadsheet. figure out which bill i can push back another week. the therapist said to visualize success. i'm visualizing a world where $35 isn't the end of the goddamn world, where you can work two jobs and not be penalized for daring to be broke.