Truth is, I am depressed. I'm technically homeless, living out of my car, under a roof, and with a place to shower only because friends are kind and understanding. I am working a crappy part time job, that isn't so part time, and the shifts are uncaring, unmerciful, and almost killing me. Trying to get myself an apartment, the right way, has lead to more jumping through hoops, and more red tape than a damn congressional meeting. Why do I do this to myself, you ask? For the love of a 6 year old little girl, who I only hopes understands what her daddy went through for her sake at this time in her life. Only time will tell I guess.
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