Death by Minimum Wage

I work for the golden arches but I do not make a living there. I make more of a "barely surviving"--I can pay my rent, but my cupboards lie bare. I can fit into my high school pants again--ever since I moved I've been losing weight. I've always felt too big anyway, I'll just tell myself that this is fate. My car is falling apart, my body isn't all that far behind. I've been having scary thoughts again, I didn't know that this is how I'd lose my mind. Sitting, quiet, in a college apartment, trying way too hard to fill an empty page. I'm only given 20 hours a week. This is it! Death by minimum wage!