Glume: Bonjour but WTF

-Went to Paris and screwed up my heart during the move.

-Not allowed to travel due to heart condition.

-Had to get a new apartment due to circumstances-found a cheap one but it’s still a thing.

-Lost LA apartment because I can’t afford two.

-Can’t be left alone have had to fund plane tickets for caretakers while my husband closes up our apartment in LA.

-Plane tickets back to bring our pets.

-Medication given months ahead because some of it isn’t available in France.

After my caption yesterday everyone asked for a gofundme and I feel like a walking gofundme for medical stuff. I would love earn money for work, I work hard, but it’s this.

Yesterday’s Instagram Caption:

Okay it was cute to be cute but honestly losing pieces of freedom little by little is more heartbreaking than I know how to cope with so I don’t. I am not allowed to be left unattended, I can’t do too much or too little, I can’t say to myself everything will be okay like…those coming of age stories, that heartbreak I would trade for any day…lost love but the world at your feet; you feel broken in two but you know it will get better. Prinzmetal doesn’t give you that hope. When I scream to “You’re On Your Own Kid” by TS and she sings “you’ve got no reason to be afraid” I try to ignore that line cause it takes me out of that perfect song and I don’t want to think about that stuff. This Billie song just wrecked me. I have felt like a little toy for people since I was 6 and I’m 35 now and I broke. My body doesn’t work. My mind does. Rolling Stone named my album in a list next to Bob Dylan and Paul Simon of best albums of 2023 and I don’t have anything in my bank account. I am not allowed to fly at the moment so I’m applying to a school so I have a student visa and can get a real phone plan and a bank account for my no money. I post amazing photos styled and retouched but what was I made for? The wheelchair order from my doctor was kind the last thing I’d been avoiding. I’m not allowed to sleep if I have heart pain because that’s not safe. What WAS I made for? I am very good at art and telling stories but I must have earned something good. Some healing, some good news, some paycheck. I’m tired of keeping everyone’s secrets at my expense hence the last album and I’m not doing it for anyone else anymore. I’ve been a weird little alien for marketing but welcome to my human life because selling something that makes no profit or living wage is NOT what I was made for and I hate having to use a wheelchair if I’m really honest.