My blind rage at how people have been treating me lately!
And by people, I mean my "friends."
Sure, sure. I can see where the worry factor comes in, with me being homeless. I do not begrudge my friends their worry. I, if any of them were in a situation similar to mine, would worry for them just as much. No, it is not their worry that enrages me so much as their mulish refusal to believe that living in a car is not that bad.
I recently put up a note on my facebook, in attempt to reassure my lovely friends that I am in fact alright. I'm getting over a cold, and I'm dealing with the oddness that is my break up with my boyfriend, shit. I'm even preparing myself to go home after christmas, when my dad can send me a li'l christmas money.
How do they respond?
By calling me stupid and childish, of course. AWESOME! This makes me want to go and see them all the more. They seem to think that because I am living in my car, I am slacking off in life, eating a bunch of food with my taxpayer paid foodstamps, having a jolly ol' time. Partying it up and all that happy bullshit.
They don't have a fucking clue.
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