Sometimes I really hate being alive.
Hardships, trials, tribulations, the list goes on. Why can't I just have been borne into a successful family or not borne at all?
In terms of my situation, it wasn't running away from an abusive home, or trying to find myself. It was because my landlord refused to re-issue the lease because I refused to sleep with him, recorded his maintenance workers entering many attendants homes unannounced and stealing, and refused to submit to his verbal abuse. So yeah, I stuck it to him in terms of my feminist rights and my neighbors' civil rights, but got kicked out in the end. Yay feminism.
So here we are; myself, my mother, my brother, and six cats. All without a home. We were beyond screwed.
Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor. - Sholom Aleichem
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Fighting for Dreams
No FicciónLife sucks. Life didn't give me lemons. It shoved lemon juice in my eyes and told me to smile while it did. These are my personal entries of it's like being homeless and hiding it from friends, classmates, and co-workers.
