It’s a shame that I became won angry but that is par for tge course with this disco Dance – disorder

I’m sating bread like it’s going out of style –

All Th horrible people I met during my homeless period put in in aggression mode – I cried for days after I thought part of m was dead.

We weee the same person, I’m my mind.

What becomes of old fri nes?

Who are we’ really?

More bread 🍞

I have nothing great to say

M early life compounded by drunks

Sadness grips a m, as it always does

I don’t believe in fashion and I’ll have to find a part time job.

This will be difficult as my body is wrecked – jumping in front of that truck was a bad idea, but I thought good idea because my final exit would be fast

I survived –

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