I’m homeless and I took a vacation from being homeless.  For 4 days I was at a hotel.

I got just over $1,000 to get me through.

I hate this place.  Why do I hate this place?

Because most of these people are abusive.

The staff deals with mentally ill people and I suffer for it.

They don’t have to follow the rules.  The staff placate them.

Puppies, who in their right mind gives a puppy to homeless people?

But if you have a puppy, you can get away with everything. 

Or if you have a scorpion, tarantula and gecko, you can get away with shit.

It’s been 4 weeks since I sent an email about plugging in scooters and ebikes.

The one who is in charge of that shit is still waiting for the directors.  And yet on the back porch a scooter plugged in.

4 days away, and I hate this place.

I’m grateful to have a bed and 3 meals.

But again I had to hear shit I didn’t want to.

Dinner was Mexican as it is for at 3 nights and I hate Mexican food.

I need a job, or a wife who makes enough that I can take care of her.

Woman, notice how this sounds. It sounds that way when you say it.

I’m at peace with all of this and it gets to be something that I deal with.

Autistic.

Highly intelligent.

I feel.

This is what I’m feeling.  Depressed.

My depression is this place.  I can’t be alone.  Everybody is more special than me.

I had a staff member wanting to read my blog, and she never reads my blog.

I have a staff member who does read my blog.

I get why I’m depressed, I live in a homeless shelter. 

I simply deal with it.

I need a change of venue.