Hell is about repetition. Homelessness is Hell. What if everyday was the worse day of your life? What if everyday people let you know in not so uncertain terms you don’t deserve to exist? What if anytime you tried to get help you were despised for daring to ask? What if you had to work everyday from dusk to dawn to just barely get enough to eat? What if you never got a chance to rest? Relax? Sleep enough or at all. What if you got punished for the rest of your life for making a mistake? What if life became nothing more than survival? What if you got punished everyday for doing everything you were supposed to do yet not making it anyway? What if you lost everything you’d ever worked for? What if life pulls your rug? What if you got priced out? Kicked out? Evicted? What if you were running for your life? What if life was so bad that the only thing you can ever expect to look forward to was the next fix? What if the only joy in your day was having enough to drink to forget? What if you couldn’t use the bathroom when you needed to? Take a shower? Brush your teeth? Wash your hands? Where would you sleep? Dress? Keep your stuff? Keep your meds? Keep your food? Cook your food? Keep it cold? What if you were never safe? Never warm enough? Never dry enough? Never cool enough? Never clean enough? Always hungry? Always thirty? Always tired? Always broke? Always angry? Always doubting yourself? Always nervous? Always worried? Always stressed? Always sick? What if you had anxiety?...