Monday, February 11, 2013

Beginning again and again and again

If you could see where I'm starting from. One tiny room with all of my belongings. I'm on the third floor of my step father's home. I keep the door closed, trying to keep out the stench of cigarette smoke. I have an air purifier going, and I spritz the room with perfume a couple of times per day.
There's no bed, so for now I'm on the floor. It's actually not too bad. As long as I am able to catch a large chunk of uninterrupted sleep, I have no problem with sleeping on the floor.
My next challege will be paying my car insurance, parking ticket and meds. Giving up is not an option.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Not loving this

I just finished chanting how my soul that Gd has given me, she is so pure. This is to bring me back from the brink of hate that was filling my thoughts. The hate I feel towards my life. Feeling trapped on walker street with those who do not care for me. I am glad I have a place to stay this night. It is cold out and the ground is covered in snow. I am grateful and sad. Once again I am surrounded and disliked. I'm not loving this.