I’m not afraid to be homeless again. I’m not afraid of starving and dropping down to 120 again. I’m not afraid to die..Im Afraid to die alone. You ever hear a song and it describes you and your thoughts perfectly? Johnny Cashs Hurt is my song, my burden, and my life. My father abused me left me and as I starved in a cold town I realized no one cared..2 years later I realize still no one does but I had so much drive to prove everyone wrong to make it on my own before and now…now it’s gone only the fact that the people who know me end up hating me and betraying me one way or another. As the Walls close in and me being ever closer to homeless comes to a frightening realization I am at peace with the events that may follow. But Dieing Alone…having no one, being truly alone and then dieing alone…scares me I hope I make one good friend before I pass away. be thrown away like the rest of the homeless garbage I will soon become. One day I sit there and smile as my days come to an end and my only excuse for crying is that no one will care that my last few days on this earth I starved and froze. But maby I deserved this…