My friend asked me to tell him someday about being homeless. It's easy to talk about being homeless and how I ended up that way. It's not so easy to talk about why I couldn't go back home. It's too tender a subject to say out loud without crying, so I wrote it down.
I made this entry locked to only 7 people, even though I think there's only 3 of you who actually read my journal. Feel free to not read this if you don't want to. I really don't feel like I have much right to complain.
( Part 1: Why I Ran Away From Home (10 years ago) )
Homeless part 1 (or "Why I Hate Them All")
Homeless part 2 (or "What Do You Want in a Woman?" "My Dick")
Homeless part 3 (or "I Can Scrape The Mold Off This")
I made this entry locked to only 7 people, even though I think there's only 3 of you who actually read my journal. Feel free to not read this if you don't want to. I really don't feel like I have much right to complain.
( Part 1: Why I Ran Away From Home (10 years ago) )
Homeless part 1 (or "Why I Hate Them All")
Homeless part 2 (or "What Do You Want in a Woman?" "My Dick")
Homeless part 3 (or "I Can Scrape The Mold Off This")