Pakadlangitok
Silver Member
Two years ago i had no place to go because I had to leave my home. I stayed with a friend but almost started to beg because I was not making it.
I am at that place again. I have a home, but I cannot work. It is funny to me that I have SO much shame but not about begging.
I don't know why I am not afraid to do it now, not ashamed. Kind of like, "Yes, here I am . It is me, indeed. I am a lost broken soul and I am not faking it."
I am at that place again. I have a home, but I cannot work. It is funny to me that I have SO much shame but not about begging.
I don't know why I am not afraid to do it now, not ashamed. Kind of like, "Yes, here I am . It is me, indeed. I am a lost broken soul and I am not faking it."