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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