Bet Against Me: 115 Hours to the Finish Line.

Two months ago, I thought I hit the bottom...

and boy, I couldnt be more wrong!

The universe didn't just want to humble me; it wanted to see if it could actually kill me.

After electricution in my own shower, my apartment became a deathtrap. AN issue which didnt exist 24 hours ago took my home in a single night.

All could i heard was: lets see if you can survive that, bitch!

Now, five days before my birthday, I am sleeping on a friend's couch.

When i decided to move to Greece this wasnt a scenario i was counting with. I came to a place where I knew no one. No safety net. No familiar ground. And built everything brick by brick, now it's all gone in a single night.

I don't sleep, because when I close my eyes, I wake up crying. The pressure is unbreathable. This is what it looks like when life pushes someone past the point where they should break with near-absolute certainty but this one fucker wont.

This isn't a "bad luck" story. There wasn't one big explosion; it was a series of small decisions where I refused to step back, instead I doubled down each time without a single winning but vission that the final line is just around the corner. Every time I stood up, the universe added another plate - heavier than the one before.

This is a war between me and universe which i dont remember to start...

But Let it strike, because I am not backing up.

I am recognizing my own worth because I have earned it. I may be on my knees exhausted, cornered, and seconds away from what most people would call the final hit. But I’m not stepping back - this decission was made months ago. I decided i will take it as far as I have to - i just didnt expect it would be that far.

The universe took everything. It pushed me to the ground, and when that wasn't enough, it tookeven my house - i definitelly havent seen this coming? I am staring at the final punch or standing on the winning ground I really cant tell but im not moving. I am not "rebuilding." I am not "starting over" i gave this website my soul and my heart. And i will not abonded it. For everyone who thought that entire time my role was an performance for a money? Here comes your answer posers.

Pressure does one of two things: it breaks you, or it shows exactly what you’re made of.

My Final deadline

I have 115 hours to make 5,000€

That's what i need to keep this place runing and get a new apartment.

its 91 new app users, or 52 application, or 26 application from core supporters.

I’m not setting up a Throne, a PayPal, or a tip jar. I don't want a gift; I want what i deserve: Subs in place i have been building while entire world tried to prove me I was crazy.

Time to chose the side we face an final battle

Join the app.

Fill your application.

Support the woman who refuses to break.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎁

If i was sane, i could promote an "Birthday 50% fake ass celebration" that's what everyone sane told me - But I won't do that either.

Maybe I could tell you what is in the app... but the true is im too tired for it.

I deserve to win this unconditionally.

If I don't, I'll take the loss on my own terms.