I always knew I loved to write and I always stuck to poems and quotes. But no matter what I write I always hope that it can help somebody else in some small way with what they're going through in life. well this morning it occurred to me. I've been through a lot of hell. seems more time goes on the less and less good I experience I can't remember the last time I had a great memory. although I take full responsibility for me and mine; it has to be said that not everything I experience is deserved. I'd also like to warn people that if they do not prefer hearing raw truth that that is all they will find here so they might want to turn back now . Having said that I'd like to write about it in hopes that someone else might see that they're not going through it alone. if nothing else good can come out of my experience on this Earth at least there will be that so that somebody else doesn't have to feel as alone as I do. so here goes.
it's December 1st 2022 and me and the guy that I'm seeing are sitting in the car because we're both homeless at the time and we have nowhere else to chill and we're pulled into a storage unit property where I had my stuff stored. we had just finished being sexually intimate for lack of better words and I got off of him...