Category : Diary/Journal

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For almost two or three months I’ve been homeless and. depressed Sometimes I get these voices in my head to tell me to kill myself but the other half me tells me to keep trying and not give up. I have this sweet guy named Remington who saved my life from being raped and killed cause if it weren’t for him, I think I might of been dead. Couple of days ago I said somethings about Remington that wasn’t true to my sister to get her to speak to me and I admit it was wrong, I said he raped me, but he didn’t.. I wish I could take it all back, but I fucked it up once again. My dad told me that he has money for me, but I feel like if I go home, it will be a trap to get me to stay home permanently. I’m losing a lot of hope that it’s slowly killing me slowly and painfully and I can’t live like this anymore. I miss my bestie Jared, he’d always make me feel better by telling me everything is gonna be okay even though In my head I feel like it will never be okay. I can’t give up cause I know it will be very selfish of me when people need me to be an inspiration to them, but do they know how many times I cry at night not having anywhere to go except the women shelter, but it’s sad to go to the shelters and see all of the women struggling more than me. How can I complain when my social security is coming to me at the end of the month when other people are struggling to get their money? I shouldn’t complain because I did have a home, but I choose to leave.