You can check out my butt in the half-light because I don’t ..

You can check out my butt in the half-light because I don’t feel like flaunting my cellulite. And for my one-and-a-half followers who have mastered the alphabet, here’s a new text!

So, I want to talk about the financial side of my page because it’s been bothering me more and more every day. Yes, I know I’m counting chickens before they hatch. I fully understand that my musings might irritate some people. Of course—people work around the clock, live paycheck to paycheck, and here’s some girl in a huge mansion with a butt that looks like she eats a kilogram of uranium a day (for those who don’t get it—1 gram of uranium contains 20 million calories), whining about her hard life. What can I say? Judge not, lest ye be judged, and all that stuff. Yes, I know I’ve lost my sense of proportion, but what can you do?

Anyway, life has taught me that Lady Luck doesn’t favor this kind of thing, but I still want to imagine that my OnlyFans actually starts making money. Maybe I’ll get some obsessed fans, a couple of wealthy patrons, or maybe I’ll break all my promises and start filming horseback rides on three-meter-long dildos—who knows? The point is, imagine I have a lot of money.

The first and most important thing on my mind, the thing that hurts me, is university. Honestly, hand on heart, I don’t really love doing anything and would happily spend my life lying on a couch, being loved and supported. But in reality, you need a proper profession. :( And as it happens, with my quick exhaustion and perfectionist tendencies, med school is an enormous challenge for me. Yes, I consistently rank among the top students, but it’s come at the cost of my mental health, and that’s largely why I’m on academic leave right now.

If I had enough money to support myself, I’d want to reduce my workload for the next academic year—split my courses over two years. I’d like to live and enjoy life while studying, visit home from the filthy capital, see my mom and friends, and play with my dogs. Unfortunately, at university, I study non-stop. I can’t do it any other way—I’m too responsible.

Actually, we have two medical universities in the country, and I’d prefer to transfer to the other one, which follows the rules more reasonably and has a genuinely well-designed curriculum. Funny enough, although my current university is ten times harder and produces far better specialists, the other one is considered more prestigious here.

Plus, in that other university, I could study for free due to admission quirks, whereas at my current one, I’m paying thousands for terrible-quality education. The downside of transferring is that I’d have to start over from the first year, and I’m always afraid of losing time. But if I had a decent income, that wouldn’t be an issue. That’s how things stand.

Also, I want to share—don’t know why—that starting in February, I’ll be working at a hospital to help my mom, who’s a very-small-people psychiatrist. “Working” is a bit of an overstatement, though, since I won’t be getting paid. But technically, I’ll be functioning as a nurse—helping with documentation, typing, quickly finding patient files and information, and calming down patients who are often in an unhealthily hyperactive state. That’s about it.