So I haven't been in much of a writing mood lately.

I've been very busy, very scared, and a little bit depressed.

First off, Emergency Kindness is proving itself to be too much for one person to handle. Because I'm trying to figure out a partnership with the NNAF, I only call on Janes if there's absolutely no way I can help the client myself, and I've stopped screening applicants because I just don't have time. Because Walmart now sells Plan B over the counter there isn't so much need for access. Most women who come to me are doing it because they can't afford EC. I try to wire money to as many of them as I can, but it's just not working out. My checking account has four dollars left in it. I've poured all my savings into it- the measly two thousand dollars I scraped up to try to start moving out, it's gone because of this.

I cannot afford to run this project. I only make $7.50 an hour, and I only work about 28 hours a week because I'm trying to balance school in. And my parents have told me that I need to move out by June.

I don't know where I'll get the money to do this. I absolutely can't stop Emergency Kindness, there are so many people who need my help. But I don't know what's going to happen to me, either. I can't afford to keep running this project.