Leapfrog00
Member
Hey there, I'm not sure if I posted this in the right category. This past year has been one nightmare after another. It all started when I started having dreams of the end of the world. I'd find myself jumping across rocks with lava everywhere. Even though I didn't touch the lava, I could feel the immense heat burning my skin. These dreams were vivid, but I knew it was more than a bad feeling. A few months ago I was diagnosed with diabetes. A couple of months later, my narcissistic aunt was so abusive, it wasn't safe for me there. After that, I was homeless for a while. Yes, I am an adult, but I wasn't able to afford to live on my own. I managed to find an apartment. Where I live, if you keep your car parked on the street for more than a day, they tow it. My car was towed, so I can't drive anymore.
I can't work anymore because my health got so bad, but I doubt I qualify for disability because it seems like they only give that to stupid people who are too lazy to work. My asthma acts up all hours of the day and when that's not bothering me, my blood sugar drops or gets too high. I'm grateful I have a place to sleep, but it's not exactly great living conditions. There are cockroaches that crawl across the floor, up the walls, and come out of the walls all day. I can't keep much food around because of the cockroaches, and then my sugar drops because I'm not eating right. I have no appetite, so it drops anyway. I can't afford a bed, and even if charity gave me one, I don't have a way of getting it here, so I sleep on the floor. After I left my house, my aunt went into a nursing home and her cousin wouldn't let me in to get my things, so she took most of my belongings, including my yorkie. The only possessions I have left in the world are this laptop, a few clothes, and a suitcase on wheels.
I'm a writer and I write to pass time. I've written 5 books since I've been on my own, but my anxiety is so bad, plus I feel like a failure, and in this case, I'm most likely one. I have no family and no friends. My social anxiety prevents me from talking to anybody. People terrify me. Most of my friends left me because they were either using me or I wasn't good enough for them. I try not to bathe in self-pity. Today, I don't know why it was today, but today I realized how much of a loser I am. I'm sorry, I don't know why I wrote here. I guess I wanted to share my story. My aunt used to say I was a loser, and no one liked me. I'm starting to think she's right. She told me I'd end up with nothing and nobody, and she was right. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
A lost soul
I can't work anymore because my health got so bad, but I doubt I qualify for disability because it seems like they only give that to stupid people who are too lazy to work. My asthma acts up all hours of the day and when that's not bothering me, my blood sugar drops or gets too high. I'm grateful I have a place to sleep, but it's not exactly great living conditions. There are cockroaches that crawl across the floor, up the walls, and come out of the walls all day. I can't keep much food around because of the cockroaches, and then my sugar drops because I'm not eating right. I have no appetite, so it drops anyway. I can't afford a bed, and even if charity gave me one, I don't have a way of getting it here, so I sleep on the floor. After I left my house, my aunt went into a nursing home and her cousin wouldn't let me in to get my things, so she took most of my belongings, including my yorkie. The only possessions I have left in the world are this laptop, a few clothes, and a suitcase on wheels.
I'm a writer and I write to pass time. I've written 5 books since I've been on my own, but my anxiety is so bad, plus I feel like a failure, and in this case, I'm most likely one. I have no family and no friends. My social anxiety prevents me from talking to anybody. People terrify me. Most of my friends left me because they were either using me or I wasn't good enough for them. I try not to bathe in self-pity. Today, I don't know why it was today, but today I realized how much of a loser I am. I'm sorry, I don't know why I wrote here. I guess I wanted to share my story. My aunt used to say I was a loser, and no one liked me. I'm starting to think she's right. She told me I'd end up with nothing and nobody, and she was right. Thanks for taking the time to read this.
A lost soul