That’s been my mantra since I was young.
I hate my life.
I was homeless for 11 years.
I hate my life.
I’m expected to believe that people care about me even though I never experience any of it. I think they expect me to never question it either.
I hate my life.
I’m not loved and I know it.
I hate my life.
It’s not going to get better until it’s over.
I hate my life.
I miss my daughter.
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hey guy/gal. im sorry you were homeless, and for so long. noone wants that, and its wrong society allows people to suffer so much. that is also something i feel i may have to deal with one day myself. i hope your daughter knows you care about her. please, try to find some kind of healthy happiness for yourself. that is important to keep you safe internally. i wish i could i cared about you, but that wouldnt mean much. i can say you are NOT alone in your troubles.
Actually, I am alone. Very alone.
I would prefer no comments to this generic crap.
No offense meant.