It's been a long time since I published on here, but a lot has happened in my life these past few months and something's been telling me to come back here. I've been homeless these past few days and have been hoping, on the edge of my seat, that the trailer we applied for a few days ago will become ours. Thank's Washington. I could know today if your birthday didn't have to be some excuse to close all government buildings for a day when us normal people still have to work our asses off for you guys who want to come here on your extra vacation day. Don't you already have EVERY Sunday? And Easter, and Christmas, and so on. But whatever. Yeah take your extra day while all the rest of us wait to try and appease you into giving us some help.We begged at the police for two days to help us gather our things. We were stranded without a toothbrush, a comb, or even a change of undies. But they couldn't do anything. So we just took care of it ourselves, whatever. We waited at the social security office for an hour to not even get a hello. We went to the office not even a week earlier to try and get help then, but it was already closed because Feb. 12 is Lincoln's Birthday. And it's closed today for Washington's. ISN'T THAT THE POINT OF PRESIDENTS DAY? SO IT'S NOT CLOSED ALL THE TIME FOR THE PRESIDENT'S BIRTHDAY? And these guys get all kinds of benefits? What about us Average Joe that work 6 days a week, anywhere from 4 hours to upwards of 10? I would have to beg for less than 40 hours. 40 HOURS IS THE MAX YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE SCHEDULED UNLESS YOU TELL THEM YOU WANT MORE. And I still would have to beg. There's several other people who say they're lucky to get a day off every two weeks. Otherwise they're working 7 days out of the week. McDonald's managers are basically on call 24/7. I've seen managers here go home, to be called back in 8 hours later. I watched one employee who basically used to live here because he wanted hours and McDonald's was more than ready to take advantage of that.
I've been 18 for a month. Not even and I'm already taking on full responsibility as an adult. I'm starting at rock bottom. It doesn't feel impossible, but this is hard. If I hadn't of pulled out a loan, I think this would be impossible. So as a kid, trying to start off, I have to ask, why is America so interested in paying for everything except something that will actually help? We need help making the home market something affordable. Health care. Why do we have to sell an arm and a leg in order to fix our mind? Why do we have to give up our sight in order to hear? Why do we have to give up our home in order to get health care, or give up health care in order to have a home?
It's been 18 years of my life and I used to ask myself, is there a such thing as a happy childhood? Not much has changed other than childhood became adulthood. Does life get better for us common folk?
Is this really life? I spend my whole childhood begging God for a friend that I never got. Now I've got my only friend, my fiance, but I'm just begging for a home right now. Is that how I'm gonna be for a while? What will be next? What happens next?