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What it’s like to be homeless
Some people say don’t post your panties, etc. what I am not looking for or care about is love, respect, or a “man”. I’ve never aspired to get cuffed, married, or be in a relationship with a man — so the fact that I may turn men off online doesn’t bother me. I don’t date aspire to find love online or social media. I don’t aspire to appease a man… some women do — they go to great lengths to get a man in hopes of whatever… for most it’s money. I’ve always aspired to have my own money and not to depend on a man for ANYTHING.
My mother was married to a man, but was / is miserable and broke. Hell, bitches is married, kids, money — and unhappy!! I don’t believe in marriage — people continue to want to live in the past — marriage, go to school, get a job, be a “lady”, etc. them days are long gone…. People post success never despair. One thing that I learned while homeless is that we are nothing more than animals. Homeless is like being an animal. Things I once cared about — I no longer give a fuck about — being cute, nails, hair, makeup, smell good, washing up everyday, etc. Who gives a fuck?? It’s all for other.. I don’t have the fears most people have, like being portrayed as clean when we all STINK or smelling good!! All our crevices stink no matter how much spray and soaps you use!! I’ll never spend a dime on smelling good or looking good for OTHERS!! Wasting money to please others.. Things we do are to impress others.
