Summer Is Coming

Well, summer is almost here. I can feel it. The days are getting longer and the flowers are blooming. Those are just some of the signs. I will also be able to reapply for the General Relief/Cash Assistance/GROW program, hopefully (the period-12 months-expired). Maybe, then, will I get some housing with the Skid Row Trust foundation downtown in Central City with a General Relief voucher. I do feel a sense of enpowerment from posting on this blog, even though few people read it because writing assures me that I'm not homeless due to a mental illness. I have assessed I am homeless due to simple, unfortunate reasons. You can simply go mad trying to figure it all out or sit down and think about it (not philosophizing, which can lead to contempt.) I try, with all my might, to live as normal a life as possible. It's difficult. I have so much competition with people my age. It's hard to go into a public place wearing the same clothing everyday and smelling ripe, like I would if I had just departed the gym. A couple of blog entries ago, I was going to go into detail as to what happened a year ago, when I first arrived here but it's really quite simple. The house I was staying in was sold and the person I was staying with moved. Was it a man, you ask?......Yes. Your guess would be correct. It was only platonic relationship. Without friends or family to count on, you have got yourself.