The Diary of Amanda Livington[on hold]

November 30

My birthday is in 12 days! It's getting colder, and colder, and I have regretted leaving a few times. The only things keeping me back are the scars. They remind me of the past, the past I should never had, the past no one should have.

 Thankfully, we haven't gotten any snow yet, and I hope we don't. The Oatmeal Church for the Homeless passed out coats today. I am so grateful, because I spent Thanksgiving shivering in the cold.

I definitely wished that I could have had the regular Thanksgiving meal like I always had with my parents, with turkey, and gravy, and all the other amazing foods. I would love to go back to that last Thanksgiving with my father, the one we had the most fun at. I was only five, but it was still the best one. We had made Christmas ornaments and watched the parade, driving slowly through the communities to see the Christmas lights that adorned the houses.

I hope that I can find somewhere to stay by this time next year, but you never know. Even if I do find somewhere to stay, I doubt I will ever have enough money to get a meal. Maybe in a few years I’ll have enough to fill myself with food again.