Streets.

Nothing can prepare you for life on the streets. Your just suddenly alone, abandoned, forgotten. your fighting for your life day in and day out trying deeply to find one fucking motive to keep going. Yet you can't. So why are you still here? The amount of times I've replayed this thought in my mind. Why am I here? what the fuck is my purpose? nobody gives a shit about me anyway so, hey! At least when I'm dead I'll have my 5 minutes of fame! Because the reality of it is, your only remembered when your dead. Everyone pretends they miss you and make a speech at your funeral so THEY get the sympathy. Everything in the world revolves around us- to us. We are, naturally, a selfish nation. and that's the best way I can describe sleeping on a cardboard box outside of Burger King and flashing my tits to men down back alleys to earn a couple quid. It's all selfish. We're all fighting for what we want . What do I want? enough money to buy a box of tampons. What do they want? Subtle amusement. but hey, we all get what we want in the end don't we? Wrong. I've been living on the streets since I was 16. Kicked out by my psycho step dad. I wasn't complaining to be honest, all he'd inflicted upon my life was bloody noses, black eyes, and occasionally the broken bone. what the fuck was my mother doing at this time may you ask? Covering the bruises with foundation and telling me 'Alex stop complaining. He's the best thing that's happened to this family' sure sure. Alex Roosey was my name if you must know. Strong emphasis on the was there. I go by vic now. Victoria Lovelace. Decided that my dads last name suited better. And where's my dad you may ask? Dead. Gone. Heroin overdose. I'm just gonna leave that one there... as you can see my life has been so god Damn traumatic surely leaving was the best thing that ever happened to me? Wrong. if I thought he hit hard then fuck, I was nOt prepared for the constant, random ass abuse I endured night to night. Because it's fucking hilarious ain't it kicking a homeless girl near dead in the street HAHAHAHAHA. but it's fine, that was at the beginning. I guess you could say I've worked myself up the ranks. Fuck that was the most embarrassing thing to come from my lips. But it's true, I guess. I've got allies, weapons, backups. You don't fuck with me anymore out here. I almost enjoy life a little too much now. And the good thing is, whatever happens out here, on the streets, the police usually turn a blind eye to it. Because it doesn't effect them and theoretically we're all just a bunch of crack addicts with no families and nowhere to go anyway so what's one tiny lil murder gonna do to effect the wider community hmmmm?