As I walked down the street I contemplated how my life had come to this. Here I am 18 years old, homeless, jobless and broken. I know everyone was put on this earth for a reason and that our pasts are what make us who we are, but I can't help but wonder what I did to deserve a past like mine.
As I walked down the empty street at night I thought about where I would spend the night and not being happy with my choices. Being homeless and penniless, my only option was to find a ally that looked remotely safe and hunker down for the night and resume trying to find a job tomorrow.
After walking for what I would say was another half hour I found a relatively clean ally, I flattened a cardboad box and propped my self against the wall and tried to fall asleep. One of my lasts thought before drifting off into oblivion was
"At least I finally got away from there"
I try not to think about it because that just fuels the nightmares.
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