@ossobuco,
wow we went thru like exactly the same ****, except i wasnt homeless, well, i mean living in a house with no water and power, but eh.
ive never met anyone who knew what it was like.its razy..
ill think of it...
oh like u know, being a plant in a concrete sidewalk crack
its tough enough growing, yet alone surviving being stomped on all day. sometimes u just want to shirivel up and die.
but u just sit there, and sit there, scraping by.
and then u see shrubs and bushes in their planters and your like WOW!
he gets manicured, and eats good (fertilizer) , and has running water (sprinklers!)
LOL!
ok enough metaphor simile whatever..
and on the self destruction, unless my emotions are destroying me, im not physically doing it.
i dont drink soda, plant what i eat, balance what i eat, if possible actually.
stay away from preservatives, exercise drink green tea every day..
i dont think im anything except sick and tired.
some may find it funny, or dumb, or somethin
all i want, is to be comforted, instead every day is like some sort of ludicris nightmare..
the police, my family, my friends, my parents, my teachers, my jobs..
and these stress knots wont go away.. every day..
i have to act confident and outgoing, with this pain in my neck.. for like 4 fuckin years its/
it is what it is.