sevstjimmy
I cannot believe that after all this time, ten years of being in foster care with nothing and no one, that I couldn't wake up to myself and try and figure out how to do something with my life and become someone.
I cannot believe that I'm still sitting in my shared basement room with another foster kid the same age as me, stoned, still pondering on the same thoughts that I've had almost every night for three years.
I watched Ash my 'foster brother' as he took a drag from our shared joint, and passed it out to me.
"I don't want anymore." I told him as I stood up made my way over to my single mattress on the floor that stood four feet away from Ash's, both accentuating our solid 3 metre squared cement block with a complimentary familiar feeling of being unwanted, like everywhere else Ash or myself have ever stayed at.
"Yeah... Me either." He looked down as he rubbed out over half a joint and laid down in his own piece of spring and fabric.