Homeless.

i love living on the street. i lost my job, i lost every single one of my possesions. everything that ever meant anything to me. things ive had for over 15 years. memories, pictures, meaningful things. i love life. i dunno if im more worried about my past being erased, or about being unsure of my future. im leaving my life in gods hands i guess. because i just fuck everything up. the girl i lived with got evicted, and i dunno if she knew ahead of time, but i had no idea. she said everytime, "its okay, i talked to the landlord", she said right until the day we had to leave that they were paid off. now all my shit is gone forever. i havent been able to go to a job that i actually loved. i wanted to stay there, and now im too embarrassed to even call them and talk to them about what happened. i dunno why my life is like this. i can never get ahead. i dont know what to do. ive lost everything. my friends, my belongings, my sense of security. . everything. imma just die i think. i dont have anything. im trying to stay warm.