The girl with no name

Home

I don't really have a home. I live by myself, all alone.

My home is an old, broken shed that everyone has abandoned. Just like they abandoned me. But i take care of myself, just like i take care of my home. One message i will say right here, right now, you need to take care of yourself because no one else will. Well, that is for me, anyway. Most for you will have someone there for you till the end. For those of you who do, you don't know how lucky you are.

Now, for more detail, my home is in an abandoned old shed in a abandoned field that idiotic teenage boys like to tear apart and write graffiti all over. It is a tin shed and whenever it rains everything in it gets soaked. I sleep on the cold floor with a quilt as my mattress. I have two pillows but no pillow cases, two quilts, one blanket and two sheets. I also have a bucket and a huge bottle of detergent that i use to wash my sheets and my three shirts, two jumpers and three pants. I just have enough string to tie between two trees for a washing line and i also have got a small toy chair for a little kid. But i am not a little kid. At least i think i'm not, i don't know how old i am. I don't when my birthday is.

Now, you might be wondering how i got all of this. Well, the truth is, I stole them. I know it's bad, and I'm not proud of it, but I have to do it to stay alive. Everyday I steal food and drink from the shop. In fact, that is how i got this journal that i am writing in right now. Anyway, I don't really want to talk about me stealing. I should probably introduce myself, I am No-name girl.