Walking to the beach again. My father just can’t seem to change his attitude about me no matter how many times he comes out of his craziness. Sad.
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A Toxic Expresso latte at Dunkin Donuts. Not how I thought I would celebrate Valentine’s Day.
Sorry I didn’t log in for my birthday. We were at the warming shelter the whole time and being stuck downtown actually gave me the chance to fly my sign. I made exactly $30, which is how old I am for my birthday, imagine that!
We froze so hard last night. Our only saving grace was a Novant Health Medical Transport lady bringing us some (VERY thin!) blankets...
CAUSE IF YOURE
NOT
REALLY
THERE
THEN I
DONT
WANNA
BE
EITHER
The sky is gray and the wind is cold with death this morning. Yesterday we lost a very dear friend to us. Poisoned.
ME TATERS
Sand Mind (new to the Oasis): “Why Does The Young Man’s Head Keep Screaming”
Parents are connecting with the Getting Home program. There are now discussions about getting me a Tiny House. Not my preferred route but even my stepfather agrees it’s better for me because homeless life is becoming too much
“Oh…. Ohhh, my gosh. That’s…… a LOT of mental damage.”
AND ITS JUST LIKE THE OCEAN
UNDER THE MOON
HOH ITS THE SAME AS THE EMOTION THAT I GET FROM YOU
YEA
YOU GOT THE KINDA LOVIN THAT CAN BE SO SMOOTH YEA
GIMME YOUR HEART
MAKE IT REAL
Or else fah-gyid about it
We were in Shallotte last night, it’s only an hour away but we made it there, got out of the cold. We watched Gunsmoke last night.
Has anyone else here ever been so through so many consecutive months (or even years!!) of being stressed out to know end each day, that you start to notice… *things* happening to you mentally?? Like… I have this new fascination with Lovecraftian horror now. I used to cringe hard at it. But now… my brain responds to it like any other form of art or media. Entertained. Not horrified.
I have to be very honest about something. Recently, since last year, all of last year… I have been feeling significant damage to my mental health. Aloe lives, she cannot be hurt by something like this. Only I can.
Videos of game play throughs have been keeping me entertained. Weed has kept me calm. THE COLD IS KEEPING ME SHAKEN AND BLURRY HEADED
Something that the universe never says about going through life: When you’re a young adult, coffee is a boost to keep you going. When you’re about to turn 30, coffee becomes NECESSARY!!
CAUSE WHEN THE FEELINGS RIIIIIIGHT IM GONNA STAY ALL NIIIIIIIGHT IM GONNA RUN TO YOOOOOU
Past week now I have a pulled muscle on left side of my chest because I fell off my bike. Coughing just….. hurts…
Warming shelter actually let us back in. Oh yeah I have an iPhone now.
SWEAR TO GOD THERES NOT ENOUGH WEED IN THE WORLD TO MAKE ME COPE WITH THIS CRAZINESS
It's just nothing but faith-killingly depressing when you have a mother with barely any mental illness at all but a stepfather who's like %1000 schizo and just because you're autistic and bad at doing anything perfectly he decides to hate you and turn on you emotionally. -
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