Diary of a Homeless

To be quite honest, I don't know where to start. My significant other and I have moved around more than is even worth. This way of living is not life. It's just survival in a hard difficulty. I understand now why some people choose not to believe and go for help from the system. They help the rich get richer, and the poor stay broke. The people working in these kinds of places just worry about getting a check by the end of the paid period. We've seen so much unfairness within different set of walls. All new faces with the same mindset and objective. We've learned over and over and over that we are not the priority. That our fate is controlled by someone else that tells us that they'll help but that hasn't happened, and we understand and know it won't. We chose this for the better, it's been everything but better. We choose to put our patience and minds to ourselves. To just help ourselves to whatever servings we could get and we could find. Nothing anyone can say to us will convince us that the path will just get easier if we stay. We won't stay. We are tired, we are cold with hope, we are hungry for more, we are craving stability. We're not giving up on ourselves, but we will say our bye to the system that with fangs and claws tries to keep us on loop. We will say bye.

I'm quite jealous of these notes. They have a space no matter how long these go, no matter how sad, or how mad. These notes keep me flowing. We Will not surrender. Until we meet again.