all good things must come to a close...or rather the "i'm homeless" post
I am officially homeless. I am going to be out of my apartment by noon today. Most of my things are going into storage. A car load will go with me to where I can stay until the 24th. After that I have no place, no where to sleep, nothing nada zip.
My life isn't what it used to be. I'm not what I used to be either. I want out. So bad. The nights I do sleep I hate my dreams. They torture me and make me feel like a fool. I know the answer to the question of why, but I still can't walk away.
I miss Critty. I miss the life I had once. Most days I dont even think about killing myself, because I'm already dead inside. There are brief moments that friend like Rory make me feel alive. Those moments aren't enough to shine through the dark that has settled though. I'm done, I finally hit rock bottom.
My life isn't what it used to be. I'm not what I used to be either. I want out. So bad. The nights I do sleep I hate my dreams. They torture me and make me feel like a fool. I know the answer to the question of why, but I still can't walk away.
I miss Critty. I miss the life I had once. Most days I dont even think about killing myself, because I'm already dead inside. There are brief moments that friend like Rory make me feel alive. Those moments aren't enough to shine through the dark that has settled though. I'm done, I finally hit rock bottom.