Greyhound / FlixBus travel voucher worth $163.41
Valid until: May 16, 2027
Selling for: $100
Can verify balance with screenshot (voucher number partially hidden).
Payment:
- Cash
- PayPal Goods & Services
For safety:
- I will not send the full voucher code before payment
- No third-party “verification” links
- No crypto/payment reversals
Message if interested.
A fellow redditor reached out about one of my previous posts and we hit it off for a while. She was offering to help me more than I feel like I deserve and ultimately became sort of hesitant. Now she will not speak to me as frustrating as I've made it for her.
When I went to go cancel the ticket it says I have a redeemable voucher for the same amount as what she paid. She won't respond to me anymore and I still have to be out, and very soon. I guess I'm looking for suggestions on where to go. Currently I am in Upstate SC and the ticket value is about 150
On behalf of daydrinkers, as a fan, you're the worst.
This guy is holding an Instagram account for a local coffee business hostage for $500...
Since I've heard he's apparently a redditor, I think about it everytime I log in now. I don't even know what else to say about it, you suck dude!
**Edit to add linked context
https://www.instagram.com/reel/DX6_08gP88k/?igsh=OHJiN2ZqODVuN254
I’m about to be homeless again in a few days.
On paper, that probably looks like I messed something up. Like I couldn’t hold it together, like I’m backsliding. And yeah, there’s a version of me from a couple years ago that would’ve taken this as proof that none of it worked.
But that’s not what this is.
I’m still sober. Completely. No bargaining, no “just this once,” no mental gymnastics. The same brain that used to reach for anything to escape is now just here. Dealing with it. Feeling it. Not running.
And it’s not easy. My back’s getting worse again, and the idea of being out there dealing with that is honestly brutal. There’s no part of me that’s pretending this is some noble struggle or character building arc. It’s just hard. Period.
But I’m not going backwards.That’s the difference. That’s the whole thing.
There was a time when something like this would’ve sent me straight back into old habits without hesitation. I wouldn’t have even questioned it. I would’ve welcomed the excuse. Now the thought doesn’t even land the same way. It’s not an option I’m negotiating with. It’s just not on the table.
So yeah, I’m losing stability again. That part is real.
But I didn’t lose myself this time. And for me, that’s new. That’s something I didn’t know how to do before.
I don’t know exactly what the next few weeks are going to look like. I’m not going to pretend I’ve got it all figured out. But I do know this. Whatever happens, I’m facing it clear headed.
For me, that’s the win.
Clawed my way out of homelessness earlier this year and somehow I’m staring down going right back into it at the start of May. I’ve been trying to find anything I can physically handle after a spinal fusion in 2023, but it’s been a string of dead ends. Got sober after years of alcohol and survived a suicide attempt in 2023, so I know I can fight my way through things—but it’s exhausting feeling like I keep getting reset to zero. If anyone’s been through this cycle, you know how brutal the timing can be.