Why I Left

My life wasn't all that great growing up, and I did some things I'm not proud of, let's just say I wasn't exactly the best kid. But that's not important right now. Right now I am in Hollywood, looking for the man that saved my life. This has been my plan since I was thirteen. I don't have the money to rent a place to live, so I live out of my backpack and a small suitcase that I brought with me. It's not that bad, it's not great but it's not bad. None of my family knows I'm here, so I can't ask for any help. I graduated from high school in may, and now it's June. I left right after I got my diploma.

Enough about that, I'm in Hollywood for goodness sakes. I'm looking for someone, but I've never met them, and I'm not sure where he lives. I know what your thinking " that chick is crazy" and you may be right but I don't care. I probably wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for him so I need to do this.

It's been 2 months since I got here and I'm having no luck at all finding him. I'm starting to think that I need to go home and give up altogether. I ran out of money about a week ago and have been living on cereal bars since. I'm walking along a dark road, dragging my little suitcase behind me but now I feel dizzy, like I'm gonna pass out. Then everything went black.