Mar 2015
As I try to find the warmest part of the train station to get a few hours of sleep,
all fails.
As the season changes and leaves adjust to their new color, not even a few quarters can buy a cup of coffee.
I’ve been wearing the same clothes for six months straight, no washer, no shower, no anything. I’m too afraid to hold my old McDonald’s iced tea cup to beg for change.
Where did I go wrong? How can I make it out of this lifestyle?
I am ashamed of my appearance in public. I mean look at me, dingy jeans, my yellow shirt that you didn’t even recognize was white.
I hold up the bus with my bags, I bring an unpleasant scent to people’s noses and most of all I *** in my seat.
Most days I try to make it to McDonald’s free coffee mornings.
When I miss it, I drown in my pity and wait another 24 hours.
I crave food, water, and money every second of the day like an addict that can’t go a day without their drug. At night, I only have a small blanket that doesn’t even cover my feet, so I use my stolen cover girl magazines to hide my ashy toes.
all fails.
As the season changes and leaves adjust to their new color, not even a few quarters can buy a cup of coffee.
I’ve been wearing the same clothes for six months straight, no washer, no shower, no anything. I’m too afraid to hold my old McDonald’s iced tea cup to beg for change.
Where did I go wrong? How can I make it out of this lifestyle?
I am ashamed of my appearance in public. I mean look at me, dingy jeans, my yellow shirt that you didn’t even recognize was white.
I hold up the bus with my bags, I bring an unpleasant scent to people’s noses and most of all I *** in my seat.
Most days I try to make it to McDonald’s free coffee mornings.
When I miss it, I drown in my pity and wait another 24 hours.
I crave food, water, and money every second of the day like an addict that can’t go a day without their drug. At night, I only have a small blanket that doesn’t even cover my feet, so I use my stolen cover girl magazines to hide my ashy toes.
