[flanders17415]

OOOO exciting I hope i win

[reXYus]

if I get this, I'll donate them to someone else who needs

[Aphrodite]

this nigga is the best

[Whack0]

I guess im taking my Chance here ! 

[Cracked]

I promised that if the scammer @1011, now under the name @303, was not banned for scamming, I would organize a giveaway of the amount he scammed and then repay him in light of the evidence against him. So, I'm betting $250 in BTC even if it's nothing. And don't forget, @303, formerly known as @1011, is a known scammer and an Indian without money.

To participate, simply comment to enter the giveaway

COMMENT ONLY ONCE.

The giveaway will end in one week.

Life has never been easy for me. Every single day is a battle, a constant uphill climb, and right now, I feel like I’m slipping—like the weight of everything is too much to bear. I never imagined I’d be in this position, feeling so lost, so desperate, so completely out of options. But here I am, struggling to keep my head above water while the rest of the world moves on, unaware of the silent suffering I endure. I wake up every morning with a pit in my stomach, knowing that the day ahead will bring more struggles, more uncertainty, and more fear of what’s to come.
I have no stability, no safety net to fall back on. I don’t have a warm bed to sleep in, no comforting place to return to at the end of the day. Every night is a gamble—where will I sleep? Will I be safe? Will I even be able to close my eyes without worrying about what might happen to me while I rest? The cold bites through my skin, and hunger gnaws at my insides, a constant reminder that I don’t have what I need to survive. I watch people walking past me, living their normal lives, laughing, enjoying their meals, spending money without a second thought, and I wonder—what would it feel like to be them? To not have this constant dread hanging over me like a storm cloud that never clears?
My family is in just as much trouble. We scrape by, barely making it, sometimes going days without eating properly. It’s a kind of suffering that words can’t truly capture, an emptiness that feels like it’s swallowing me whole. Sometimes, I stare at the ceiling and wonder if this is it. If this is all life has to offer me—pain, struggle, and hopelessness. I dream about things that most people take for granted. A full meal. A warm shower. A night where I don’t have to worry about where I’ll sleep. The luxury of feeling safe, even just for a little while.
I don’t want riches. I don’t want extravagant things. I don’t need anything fancy. I just need a chance—a small chance to pull myself out of this endless cycle of misery. And right now, that chance comes down to something as simple as $250. To some people, that amount is nothing. It’s a casual expense, an impulse purchase, a night out with friends. But to me, it’s everything. It’s survival. It’s a meal when my stomach aches from days of going without. It’s a place to rest, where I can sleep without the fear of being harmed, without the cold creeping into my bones. It’s a tiny spark of hope in a life that has been drenched in nothing but darkness.
I don’t like begging. I don’t like feeling like a burden. It’s humiliating to have to ask, to admit that I can’t do this on my own. But the truth is, sometimes we have no other choice. When you have nothing—when you’ve lost everything—you realize that pride doesn’t keep you alive. I’m not asking for much. I’m not asking for luxury. I’m just asking for help. For kindness. For someone to see me, to recognize that I’m not invisible, that I matter, that I’m just a human being trying to survive.
If you’ve ever had a full stomach, if you’ve ever curled up in a warm bed, if you’ve ever felt the security of knowing you have a roof over your head and a place to belong, then please—understand how much I long for those things. $250 might not mean much to some, but to me, it’s a lifeline. It’s the difference between another night of hunger and a chance to eat. It’s the difference between freezing on the streets and finding shelter, even if just for a short time. It’s the difference between feeling completely hopeless and having just enough to believe that maybe, just maybe, things can get better.
Please, if you have it in your heart, help me. Because I’m running out of options, and I don’t know how much longer I can keep going like this.



This was hand typed by me, and not chatGPT. (trust)

[sideshoebob]

Hell yeah!  That's what's up dude!

[motopapi]

I am in I am in