He wants to hire me as a talent scout when I leave rehab, but is willing to pay for my recovery home once I leave rehab. According to him he's "Dummy rich, an anarchist, and was saved by someone in the same way" in the 90s. Can I get fucked over by accepting this dude's help?

After surviving being stabbed, shot at, and fucking sexually assaulted I did what any normal person going thru multiple traumatic events does: I started to drink. I am so addicted to alcohol that I shake when I don't have it (I started drinking again a week and a half ago) and after ground scoring a bag of heroin, then smoking DMT at a punk show, I realized I need significant help. I've already been in talks with my ex over who can take care of our dog while I'm in rehab. I love y'all but I'm going dark for 3 or so months until I get in a recovery home. Leave the lights on for me. Imma try to nip this in the bud before I die and spend the next 24 hours absolutely spoiling my dog Basil, who I'm pretty sure I'll never see again after my ex-spouse picks him up. Imma buy him his fav treat: McDonald's fries and hold him and sob.

This is how Basil sleeps usually

Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline. Or maybe it's an EF5

I really can't afford to get hit with that. My PayPal is [email protected] ty comrades

Living with a abuser is hard, living with 2 abusers is harder. I am so fucking tired of this. My PayPal is [email protected] please help me eat

Comrades, I'm fucking miserable. My terf sister stabbed me 20 times and I got shot at yesterday. I just want nicotine. Please help me process the extreme trauma I've been thru by sending money to [email protected] on PayPal I'm suffering and deserve a release that won't end me back in rehab

Some dude tried to merc me over my 7 year old android and that wasn't the worst part. The cops who responded literally searched me, made me explain my tattoos to prove they weren't gang related, told me to stop crying, and told me it was my fault I almost got offed for going to subway. I fucking hate America. The only reason I'll be able to sleep is because I have 120 pounds of "fuck you" guarding me. (I love my pitbull son)

Look at this "totally didn't do anything" face.

All the money I had has gone to meds and dog food. Please help. My PayPal is [email protected]

I have about 7k in precious metals, and 2k in fire arms (and ammo) I do not have main character syndrome so I recognize my life as a trans woman is in extreme danger. How do I GTFO of the US? I'm having the most intense panic attack I've ever had and just want advice to escape extreme facism

I'm an amazing shot but I don't suffer from main character syndrome, so I'd be the stoned to the bone quartermaster who cleans all guns just for fun.