I’ve been struggling for the past few months, I’ve been burdened about the lack of money our family has, and it’s weighing a massive toll on me.

My siblings are trying their best to get some form of income, but, to their best interests, that has yet to bear fruit.

I’m a middle child with no major successes in life outside academics. I may be academically smart, but I am street inept.

I’ve been starting small business ventures and applying for part-time jobs to cover our asses, but that too has yet to bear fruit.

We’ve been latching on our relative’s financial aid and that too isn’t enough. With a father that has failing health and our school expenses piling up, it’s hard not to lose hope.

One night, I woke up. I looked out towards the street littered with trash and cried. I thought about the number of applications that I pulled up. The number of businesses that I contacted, but none. Not one success.

All I need was a win. Just one. Just ONE fucking win, please!

But, yesterday. Just yesterday. I was contacted by one of the businesses I applied for at the very last moment of their deadline.

They said I got the internship.

The relief I felt at that moment cannot be expressed into words. I fucking punched the air in excitement and screamed at the top of my lungs celebrating. Finally, a step in the right direction.

All those tries, all those rejections. Finally, a single fucking win.

To be honest, I’m scared. Terrified beyond belief. What if I fuck this up and never get another chance? Fuck that, I don’t care if my job is shit. I’m just going to do my damn best because this was the first one that ever trusted me.