things change.
life hasn't been so bad recently.
i moved back into my dad's house...and i'm learning to compromise with the stress until i get into my apartment in november.
i recieved a grant from Outside In and will be moving into the PEARL DISTRICT of all places!
bling, bitch! lol.
so that should go well...especially after being homeless and poverty stricken for a fucking year and a half!
halloween is coming soon, and i've been working in fright town's asylum which is an absolute blast! it keeps my hands full and my mind of my disability.
i've been crippled for 4 months now, and it is so hard to face and deal with.
keeping myself busy moves the attention to something else.
since i've moved back in with my dad, i've been able to re-kindle old friendships.
go out to coffee, sit in the park and laugh.
i miss all my old highschool friends.
living on the streets is a completely different world.
i dont know if i could even begin to describe some of the horrors i've seen to my naive friends.
they have no idea.
not even the slightest clue of what goes on in the downtown alleys and streets.
gangs, drugs, violence.
and too be involved in that has left scars on my i will NEVER forget.
i can only hope that i will never be like my parents and throw my children to the streets.
in fact, i will beg them to stay...
and be understanding above all.
love always.
i moved back into my dad's house...and i'm learning to compromise with the stress until i get into my apartment in november.
i recieved a grant from Outside In and will be moving into the PEARL DISTRICT of all places!
bling, bitch! lol.
so that should go well...especially after being homeless and poverty stricken for a fucking year and a half!
halloween is coming soon, and i've been working in fright town's asylum which is an absolute blast! it keeps my hands full and my mind of my disability.
i've been crippled for 4 months now, and it is so hard to face and deal with.
keeping myself busy moves the attention to something else.
since i've moved back in with my dad, i've been able to re-kindle old friendships.
go out to coffee, sit in the park and laugh.
i miss all my old highschool friends.
living on the streets is a completely different world.
i dont know if i could even begin to describe some of the horrors i've seen to my naive friends.
they have no idea.
not even the slightest clue of what goes on in the downtown alleys and streets.
gangs, drugs, violence.
and too be involved in that has left scars on my i will NEVER forget.
i can only hope that i will never be like my parents and throw my children to the streets.
in fact, i will beg them to stay...
and be understanding above all.
love always.