Psychedalienation
Bluelighter
I went from having a normal life in a nice upper middle class neighborhood to a homeless kid sleeping in the sand while freezing ass wind bites my skin at 2 am.
I could have been the fucking poster child. I could have been the normal white kid who went to college and got a job and had a family and lived life with money so that I could see the world.
Now I'm a fucking street kid. Lived on the Venice Beach Boardwalk for 4 months and now I'm in Manhattan Beach, CA. I have no money to get back home and even if I had it, I only have like 30$ in food stamps left and they don't refill until January 8th.
I'm like lost as fuck right now. My parents will NOT give me another chance and I'm really against me going into the military.
All I need to do is panhandle with my friend to get the bus money, go to my hometown, and get work FAST. If I fail, I'll have to start stealing my food every day from grocery stores which is very sus and very risky.
I had an idea of what I wanted this post to be but now I can't really think. I just feel like I'm meant for more and I want it to happen but I need to WANT it, I need to NEED it, and I need to attack it with the fire in my soul and get off these fuckign streets. FUCK BEING HOMELESS. It's fucking shit and fuck everything about it. I'm tired of seeing people with perfectly showered skin, laughing and experiencing life with their loved ones while I carry 30 lbs of fucking shit that is essential for me to survive somewhat fucking half decently.
Fuck man.
Someone talk to me or something please I love you all. I have no friends that will take me in and my family is NOT an option to go back. I have to do this myself I just don't feel motivated enough for some reason. It's hard being at the bottom.
Also today is my first sober day in like half a year (no weed at all). Feels weird, bad, and good all at the same time.
I could have been the fucking poster child. I could have been the normal white kid who went to college and got a job and had a family and lived life with money so that I could see the world.
Now I'm a fucking street kid. Lived on the Venice Beach Boardwalk for 4 months and now I'm in Manhattan Beach, CA. I have no money to get back home and even if I had it, I only have like 30$ in food stamps left and they don't refill until January 8th.
I'm like lost as fuck right now. My parents will NOT give me another chance and I'm really against me going into the military.
All I need to do is panhandle with my friend to get the bus money, go to my hometown, and get work FAST. If I fail, I'll have to start stealing my food every day from grocery stores which is very sus and very risky.
I had an idea of what I wanted this post to be but now I can't really think. I just feel like I'm meant for more and I want it to happen but I need to WANT it, I need to NEED it, and I need to attack it with the fire in my soul and get off these fuckign streets. FUCK BEING HOMELESS. It's fucking shit and fuck everything about it. I'm tired of seeing people with perfectly showered skin, laughing and experiencing life with their loved ones while I carry 30 lbs of fucking shit that is essential for me to survive somewhat fucking half decently.
Fuck man.
Someone talk to me or something please I love you all. I have no friends that will take me in and my family is NOT an option to go back. I have to do this myself I just don't feel motivated enough for some reason. It's hard being at the bottom.
Also today is my first sober day in like half a year (no weed at all). Feels weird, bad, and good all at the same time.