Scott (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sprainedsoul) wrote,@ 2003-05-17 17:25:00 |
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I have not had my own bedroom in close to 2 years. I've been sleeping on couches and floors and I don't even own a single piece of furniture. I have a lot of books, old worn-out shoes, some assorted computer parts, one pair of jeans and a bunch of t-shirts, all which easily fit inside of one suitcase and a backpack. I'm 21. I'm an ex-drug addict. I'm stuck in a city called Miramichi.
I have a lot of things that weigh on my mind almost all of the time. I consider myself a failure, I consider myself awkward to life, I consider myself unlucky to have not died during one of the millions of episodes where my life could be considered in peril. I try not to make any friends but feel bad because I have so few. I haven't trusted my mother or father since I was eight.
I can't go for much longer.
I have a lot of things that weigh on my mind almost all of the time. I consider myself a failure, I consider myself awkward to life, I consider myself unlucky to have not died during one of the millions of episodes where my life could be considered in peril. I try not to make any friends but feel bad because I have so few. I haven't trusted my mother or father since I was eight.
I can't go for much longer.
