Looking for a home, nothing special but something I can call my own. Where I can write and be alone unless I invite my friends over and have a good time with them. Well I can have a pet cat once again, after he made me lose everything two and half years ago and never did anything to help to get back on his. All I want is my life and concentrate on my health. I am doing that once step at a time with the help of my therapist and psychiatrist and those friends who have not deserted me just  because I am mentally ill. I hated being homeless but he seems to think it is a joke going from one church to another from November 1 to March 31 of 2015  at the Room in  Inn and living off  $189.00 of food stamps. Maybe I will get lucky and I will get my own place by June because the weather cold and at least I am safe and off the streets now.
I am tired of being homeless I just want a small place of my own.