I'm about to be evicted and will be at our city's homeless shelter in less than 2 weeks. I'm assuming that I'm not going to make it. I'm a level 2 autistic, transwoman (not passing), non-functional, starving, zero family or friends. I'm assuming I get raped and knifed or something. And I don't care at this point. I just need someone to turn off life. I keep screaming my safe word to god and nobody gives a shit. It'll be good to be dead.
I wish reality were better.
I wish reality were better.
