My Life

From Being at Home to Homeless then Back to Home

If you have watch my old video on YouTube, I once use to be homeless. The reason why? Well, both my dad and ugly step mom don't like me because I am the oldest and the smartest in my family. I always defend both my brothers and sisters. They don't like it and they want to be in control and not me. Then one day they say go and never come because you are dumb and stupid like your late mom.

Now I am on the read. There are many different things that are going through my mind. Dead, hopeless, and scared. I don't know what to do. That only thing for me is to go straight and that is what I just did. I just keep on walking till I find where to go. I though of looking for a job but if I did then how do they call me? I walk until I enter McDowell County. Did I mention all this take place at NC? No? Then all this take place at NC. Well, I walk until someone talk to me first. This guy and his family talk to me back and forward until they find a homeless shelter near by. They find one and take me there. I was happy for a while because I can sleep, eat, and look for a job. When I mean was, I mean was. You see what I mean later in my story. I meet this one guy who play guitar and we became friend. At first at the shelter, I did not eat anything because I want to find job first before eating because I am worry about both my brothers and sisters. After a few days, I make an another new friend because he is about my age and he play games. Few days later, I make another new friend because my first friend tell him to take me so he did and we go out and have fun. Few weeks being in the shelter, I finally have a job at Walmart. I remember the shelter say that if I find a job and have a ride. I tell them that I have a job. Then they change it if you have second shift. I did tell them that I have second shift but Walmart shift time is different, I don't have a ride. I was mad and have to walk to work. Few days walking to work, my legs is getting tired and weak. I have to miss work only 2 times for 3 months. Wait? I am going too far. Lets go back 3 months from my last sentence. I meet new friends at there that care and understand my situation and they all always ask me the same question, "Do you need anything?" Well, I always say no because I hate having help from people because this is my goal and my mission to complete. After my first pay check and food stamp, forgot to mention how I get food stamp is that I live at homeless shelter then it is easy to get one, I buy foods. Those money and food stamp doesn't last me for a month then I become broke again and very hungry. I lost a lot of weight until my next food stamp and pay check, I gain them all back. That next month, 2nd month, I only buy raman noodles because it is cheap at Walmart ($0.28 per. Cup). That next month, everything went down hills. The shelter is getting bad because everyone is stealing everyone stuff, the staff don't care about you if you are hurt or is going to die (because someone pass out cold and none of the staff didn't care about him and say "Well, that make the 3rd one that happen at this shelter.") and the people are blaming other people for their mess. Until one day, my cousin and aunt want me to called them and that is what I did. I got their phone number and called them. They buy me plane ticket and make sure I get there safe and easy. The boss man of the shelter take me there a day early because no one is going to take me there and they all are too lazy to wake up early so that is what they did. I stay up all night because I don't want anyone to steal my stuff because I don't trust anyone at the airport because of my last encounter at the homeless shelter. I pass out here and there in the plane but I made to my designation. (I hope I spell this right because I am too lazy to look this one up)

Now I am at home. Well, not really at home because I am leaving with my cousin, uncle, and aunt. As you all know, those 3 months at the shelter have up and down moments. Now I am still looking for a job and was hoping if anyone can support my channel or this blog then I might able to make some money. As you all know, it is hard to make money off from this stuff because I have to make $100 in order to get my money but that is hard.

Well girls and guys, this is my life. I hope you guys understand this and pass one what happen to my life because one day, it might happen to you but in a different ways. Like you lost, broke, or etc.