Aid Thrax: Prepare For Homelessness

Hey There Broskis,

I am Thrax, also known as Kurp.

You may know me as the mastermind behind such comedy gold as Thugovan Melero.

Or maybe you know me from my illustration work; you may even recognize me from Discord or Reddit as that one guy who draws a lot of suspiciously stylish Hail The Sun artwork and has a lot of sad hot emo OCs.

Regardless of where you know me from, all that matters is that you are here now listening to my plea for help.

I am going to be homeless in the very near future due to unfortunate circumstances.

I recently escaped an abusive family and must be self-sufficient after nearly 2 decades of continuous emotional, physical, and financial abuse. My family mistreated me, wanted nothing but complete control, and fully intended on having full say on who I am and what I am able to achieve in life. Due to this, I have nowhere to go and my only source of stable housing was the college dorms. Well, I decided I wanted to transfer schools because I was unhappy at this college. I was given a departure form without being told that it would take away my ability to live on campus. The school let me sit completely unprepared for months until I was told I would be checking out of the dorms on the 22nd of May.

Now mind you, I have nowhere to go, so essentially they are kicking me out on the streets. Even though I made my case to the housing department, I was sent a callous email that was likely automated. They didn’t care at all that I would be at serious risk and didn’t even give me ample time to prepare or even sell stuff.

I have no money for an apartment, suitcases, or anything. I’m likely gonna be in a shelter.

Why? Because I am technically not a student, even though I was one not even 3 weeks ago. I was told I would be able to stay over the summer. I was NOT told about the implications of the departure form, or else I wouldn’t have signed it until after July. I was told I’d be advocated for; they know my situation and how I cannot go back to my family, as that would be an even more unsafe environment. And they did. Not. Care.

And I wouldn’t be this angry if they had bothered to send an email that WASN’T written by a literal robot. No tact or sensitivity, no links to resources.

What they did was dehumanizing and disgusting.

So that’s the predicament I’m in. I need money to feed myself, my dog, pay my phone bill, moving expenses, and cleaning to help me get out of ArtHouse, and come time to prepare for the move into my new college.

It sucks and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel disgusting for asking for aid. But I really need it, I need your help. So share this around and donate if you can, anything helps seriously.

I have things I wanna do, I wanna be able to follow my dreams. I’ve come so close to giving up many times. But my desire to live my best life keeps me going. And who said I have to get there alone?