homeless for a week!

~fun time story time~ with sarah.

so i missed the bus one shitty monday morning, decided to take the second bus. but no, that was bad of me and can actually get a person thrown out. just so everyone is clear, my family at home has become relatively mentally and verbally abusive. so after missing the bus, my mom drives me and starts yelling at me the entire car ride. after so much pent up rage and shit, i couldnt take the fucking screaming any more so i didnt really but i sort of punched her and it wasnt a full-out punch, it was more like a fist kind of bonking her in the side of the face: kinda like *little punch* not like *HOLY SHIT I OWE DAT BISH A NEW FACE punch*.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

so after this car ride i go to school and my dad texted me that i was officially kicked out, so i go home to get my things and pack it all up on my back and head to work. apparently that punch came back to terrorize my evening i was arrested at the store, in front of my manager, coworkers and customers, taken to the po car outside of target and was told that no charges were pressed, if i go back home its trespassing and if i go inside, its breaking in. and i will get arrested. ALL OF IT STILL GOES ON MY RECORD REGARDLESS. then they proceeded to hand me a care package my parents gave them. whats the point of giving me extra panties if they kicked me out and had me arrested? i dont understand the logic. because they still care? how is fucking up my record caring? man, theyre like a bad ex gf. "we cant be together but i love you"

on another note, i know one should not hit, but after months and months of abuse wouldnt you just wanna hurt the bully who puts you down too? im sure you would. my aunt and uncle completely understand my actions and i like i said i know what i did was wrong and not to mention disrespectful but its nice having someone understand my end of it all. but yeah.... so basically after spending a night with the police and at a shelter, i missed the second day if school because i was on the other side of the city. i still managed to get to work with all of my belongings on my back that night and i told one of my coworkers my situation and he let me stay at his place for a couple nights.

it was heaven. i havent smoked that much pot in so fucking long - all to myself btw, in a room surrounded by videogames, weed, cards, and later on - the xbox one and zelda - which i already beat because i work at ebgames so, yeah... after all of this i saw my aunt on thursday night and went back to work for the midnight release for the xb1.

i work two jobs and i had still managed to get to work on time. i was at school on time and maintained my studies. I even found time to cook an entire pasta salad for the pot luck we had this afternoon at school. on top of that, i managed to maintain some sort of hygene. i never looked "less" than usual, minus the hair straightening. my struggle had made a lot of people proud of me. my parents will never know what i went through this week and i dont need their satisfaction. all i truly wanted was to come home and see my cat. she was waiting for me in the living room, watching outside. i went up to the window and saw her act like a puppy dog. she perked up and went to the window and started mewing and pawing for me. shes here with me now, im eating the pasta salad i made for today and im back at home. im sore, tired and fell asleep at 5pm. i just let the whole world drift away.

all i know is that attitude counts for everything. staying positive and really thinking about the next practical move is what had kept me on my toes. ive become so strong from this situation. i hope i can maintain this now that i came back. i know im not safe here at home, but its a sacrifice i gotta learn to make.

tl;dr i REALLY need a shower >.>

Why are you such a dick? Like DAMN. if you dont like what people post then just dont comment. Its THAT simple dude.

Why are you such a dick? Like DAMN. if you dont like what people post then just dont comment. Its THAT simple dude.