I just don't know how to describe this
the feeling of not knowing where you're going to sleep at night
Not knowing where you'll go.
And the one place you called "home" for 17 years
has fallen apart,
literally rotting,
and there's nothing you can do to change it
I wanna scream
yell
hit someone
But I won't
I'll take it as it comes
let it roll off my shoulders like everything's fine
Because there isn't anything I can do to change it
Just remind myself it won't be like this forever
Try not to depend on any one person too much
And depend on myself
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Not really poetic. I actually took it and turned it into a journal on myspace. Whatever. I'm puttin it on here whether it sucks or not.
Written April 24th, 2006
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Conni
i 'ave oft been in the situation where i wasna suer where i would sleep. i however am a perpetual believer in rose coloured glasses and 'ave been infanatly blessed in life, i always seem to 'ave just what i need. but 'tis a frightning feeling to be out alone, wi' no prospect of a roof... no idea of what tomorow 'twill bring. journal or no, writeing is best when 'tis real, and this is real.
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just got on to see whats happening.. I know that things are tough conni, and you always have a home at my place you know that hun. I hope things get better
<3ur kali
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