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LittleJem
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- Jul 3, 2019
- 2,513
Hi, I'm just venting. I've been homeless - have been in hotels a couple of nights on the street and one in a crack den. tonight I'm hiding in a storage unit which is 24 hours which is mine and stinks of paint. I can't handle my fatigue, shame, suicidal depression. I am all in a corner, surrounded by the stink of paint.
One of the only last friends I had in the world accused me of stealing his memory key and his manuscript the other day (3 years ago!). I haven't even read anything he has written, let alone wanted to steal it.
I don't know what to do. I am so alone in this world. Ridiculously, wrapped in that former friend's sleeping bag.
I wish I was dead. I know many if not all of us feel this way.
I am just so alone.
One of the only last friends I had in the world accused me of stealing his memory key and his manuscript the other day (3 years ago!). I haven't even read anything he has written, let alone wanted to steal it.
I don't know what to do. I am so alone in this world. Ridiculously, wrapped in that former friend's sleeping bag.
I wish I was dead. I know many if not all of us feel this way.
I am just so alone.