Last night I slept in bushland behind an oil refinery. Boy was it cold, I woke up in the middle of the night because of it.
I’m waiting to see if the job I had an interview for the previous day will call me this week. Not expecting but it’ll be good to keep busy again.
Feeling kinda numb which is better than being emotional. You tell people to fuck off a lot when you’re homeless; they all think either you’re dangerous or they deserve to be at a public place more than you do. I worked most of my life and paid my taxes so they can mind their own damn business. Hypocrites.
Laundromat from last week.
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I’m sorry you’re out in the cold. I hope you find somewhere to stay tonight.
One year, I was homeless for 3 months. I lived out of my car–I had a blanket, a bottle of shampoo, and a jug that I used to fill with water to drink and bathe with (I say bathe loosely). There was a 24 hr Walmart close by, and I used to park in their parking lot at night for sleep. I live in the North though, and as September moved into October, and then into November, it just got so, so cold at night. So cold. I dont think I’ll forget those moments of my life for a long time.
I’m sure you’ve thought of it already, but just in case, maybe considering a homeless shelter wouldn’t be a bad idea.
@plainwhite
What pulled you through it? I would’ve ended it. You’re a tough cookie
Do you have moments at night, where the city noise dims, the street lamps glow and the crickets sing, like do you ever stop and think this is beautiful, and it’s all mine with and without the riches or luxuries time will give (because I’m sure you understand one day you’ll be back on your feet again) This chapter in your life isn’t going to last forever.