We are still homeless. We're lucky, I'm realizing this slowly but surely. We have enough money to eat (at least for a few more days), we have access to a shower, we're sleeping on a bed. It's a Super 8, so it's not heaven, but God, we are lucky.
But we are still homeless. I don't know how much longer we'll have a roof over our heads. We don't have a car. We don't have family nearby. We can't even stay in the apartment that we paid January rent on because our roomate is gatekeeping (long fucking story, believe me.)
I miss my bed. I miss my chair. I miss protein- I was shaking so bad from lack of protein today that I almost fell over. My arthritis is do bad that I've barely been able to move if I didn't have to. I'm in so much fucking pain.
Like I said in my previous post, we have a place we can move in to as soon as we have $3000. I can provide proof of this. But God, please, we just need to feel safe again. I get that I'm lucky. I get that it's not as big a deal as sleeping in a tent, on the street, on the sidewalk. I have it easy. But it's making me sick. I alrighty have a lot of health problems and chronic pain and it's just getting so much worse.
I want to feel like a normal college student again. I wont be a selfish little rich bitch or anything, but I want to feel normal, like a real person again. If 200 people donated 15 dollars, we would have that deposit.
Please help. I swear to fuck I'll pay it forward when I can.
