I don’t know
I want to write but I don’t feel like it. I want to move forward with life but it seems like I am stuck. I’m not in school at the moment, I’m homeless, have a shitty paying job, and I have issues with romance (and yes I KNOW romance should be the least of my worries right now). Though I was lonely when I got to this shelter, I really miss not having a roommate. I can’t have the freedom I used to have. I know my roommate cares for my well-being and wants me to do well to get out of this shelter; it’s just I am used to people not being in my business. —I’m not a very open person. I’m an introvert. Always been. I literally went crazy because too much people knew my business in school and I started getting bullied my junior year of high school. I’m a college freshman now though. I’m 18. I made my diary public but I’m not very sure anyone is going to read it.— I feel like I can’t do shit without someone being in my business. It feels like I’m constantly being judged every time I walk out the door to see one of my “hoes” at night... I hope you guys know what I mean by that.—By the way I’m not the best writer, I know that. I’m technically a college dropout atm— I’ll finish getting to the T rather than discussing my feelings in another entry. I’m sorry.