Friday. I haven't done much of anything today other than mosey around the city looking for something to do. And chill at The Foundation. I need more to do. Or I need to turn my disposition. Additionally, I realized last night that all my friends have jumped the MSC ship. It's incredibly ironic how this just kinda happened and I didn't even realize ( Read more... )

Man, what a week! Applying for GA almost put me in the psych ward (literally) after, for a second there, it seemed as though I was set to be denied. Fortunately, I was able to produce a "Good Cause" letter and I was able to reschedule the appointment that I missed. So things are good again and I am SO GLAD. I guess I hadn't really grasped just how ( Read more... )

I'm back at the point where I don't know how things ended up the way they did. Well, that's not entirely true. Drugs was the reason things are the way they are. Usually I figure that a couple nights' sleep and some food should do the trick but this time not so much. Like, I think I'm going to stop FB'ing. Truth be told, I feel like all I have is ( Read more... )

When getting released from treatment I somehow set my situation up to where I'd end up having to rough it out in the streets. The good news is that I somehow pulled it off. The bad news is that of course I got too far ahead of myself and found myself worse off than before. So I'm fucked ( Read more... )

I don't want to get ahead of myself, but things are starting to look up. Let me rephrase: things are still the same, but my perception is changing. The inter-faith shelter program ended on Sunday and I haven't allowed myself to go back to street living. In turn, God has been providing me with a roof at one of the shelters. I was dreading this ( Read more... )

FINALLY someone was kind enough to tell you what you've been skating around for years now. You're troubled. That's not such a bad thing but it's your refusal to fix it that makes you the laughing stock of everywhere you go and fodder for hustlers. And you got it so twisted that you don't even mind that half these fools smile to your face and talk ( Read more... )

It's been a helluva week. Looking back, I've kinda been in a kind of shell-shock since December and I finally started to snap out of it and towards getting myself taken care of this week. I can't explain it; I just could not bring myself to do the things I've been needing to do in order to survive. Glad I'm coming out of it though, for sure ( Read more... )

So it's been a hell of an outing that started out almost two weeks ago. I left Ken's upset about a trivial remark he made at my expense. Stayed at Hank's long enough to get my check in after which I promptly cashed it and go sky high and somehow managed to stay fucked up up until today. I haven't changed clothes in this time and I've completely let ( Read more... )

1. Of course, that I'm alive.
2. That people are trying to help me.
3. That people think I'm bat-shit crazy.
4. That, despite all evidence, I am NOT, in fact, bat-shit crazy.
5. That I have a tomorrow to make plans for.

Hmm... so I don't really know what the emotion I'm feeling is called but it's probably not one of the best ones. For some unknown reason (read: cause I'm a junkie whore from JunkieWhoreVille) I ended up getting high on Monday night. As usual, the idea in my head compared to what actually went down when shit got real were very different. Long story ( Read more... )