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Greetings and salutations, femanons, and anons alike!
My name is "Hoboanon" and by request I will greentext how I became homeless. But before we get into the meat of the thread, I'm going to tell you about myself.
Age:26 - still haven't figured my shit out.
Home State: Colorado
Location now: Georgia
I first became homeless at the age of 22, I was going to school at the time, and my parents hounded me to get a job. That's where it all began. My brother and I were living in our parents garage at the time, and tensions were high. My brother was a pig, and trashed his side of the garage, it enraged my step dad and we both got the axe. So to speak. I'll save those tales for another time...
Fast forward.
A few weeks ago, I posted a thread on how I met my current ex on World of Warcraft and how I was getting kicked out of her house. I'll start at the moment I left.
Let it be known that I have Bi-polar and am super depressive, to the point where I am very self destructive, I have applied for Uncle Sam's charity, but have been refused on multitudes of occasions. Simply because I can "Work." and by work I mean, come into work super depressed to the point of not giving a Fuck and burning bridges. I don't realize I do it either.
I'll green text as much as I can, but since I don't have a permanent place to sit it might be written here and there.
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In my country we call our NEETbux Uncle Benny because it's the benefit. I like uncle sams charity.
Have this bump.
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>>34296819
Something interesting for once. Keep it up.
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>>34296819
Forgive me I'm not used to being center stage.
>Enter me
>New year's eve
>Gf dressing up to go to a party
>Red flags and alarm bells ringing!
>I'm not invited to this party
>"Ok..." I thought. I'm not a cuck, and have been cheated on before.
>My fears are well justified and founded upon reason.
>My Gf, we'll call her "Kette"
>German for chain fun fact
>Kette is finishing getting ready
>I wanted to spend all day with her
>Ask if she wants to go to dinner
>"Anon, I've been planning on going to this party for a month! You're not talking me out of it!"
>She paused...
>"If you were so opposed to me going to this party, you could of said so at ANY TIME!"
I'm furious at this point, for the past few weeks I did protest. I was living with her parents and they HATED me. I was the guy putting the boots to their daughter. It's also a long story. At the time I was packing because come the first I had to leave. It was night time and the hour of her leaving was fast approaching.
>"Kette, please! This is my last night here, and I want to spend it with you!"
>She became angry
>In turn I became angrier.
>She had a bad habit of ditching me
>Going out with friends,etc.
>She even went on a cruise to the Caribbean without me her mom went too.
>I'm panicing, but I want to be a supportive BF.
>"Fine, just go to your party, I'll finish packing."
>She gets a call,from her friend, his name is... Kev.
>Kev is a nu-male progressive cuck.
>I hate Kev.
>I hear "Hey, are you ready to go?" through the phone.
>I waited for her to make a decision. Choose me, the guy that was with her for 3 years, or go to a party.
>She chose the party. I felt crushed.
>I don't remember much, it was all a blur.
>In a rampage I stormed out of the living room, closed our bedroom door and packed.
>She came in and stood there staring at me.
>All I could see was red.
Cont.....
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>>34297271
Cont
>She came over and attempted to hug me.
>I pushed her away. I was mad.
>Without saying a word, I hoisted my backpack over my shoulder and went out the door.
>It was raining
>Slowly I made my way down the drive way, she didn't follow. I wanted her to follow.
>I got to the gate and my heart sank.
>"Goodbye, Kette." is all I remember muttering to myself.
>I made my way down the road, and I saw Kev, he had Kette in the passenger seat of his car.
>I actually roared as loud as I could "A little autistic quirk I do when I'm mad."
>Tears welled up in my eyes
>I cried, hard... The worst I've ever cried in my adult life.
>I remember shuffling around in The darkness.
>We loved in a wooded area so there were no street lights.
>I remember shouting "Fuck you!" at the top of my lungs.
>Eventually I found my way to a church, it was there I say down and thought.
>It felt like hours. I cried, came to grips and then cried again.
>I remember feverishly asking God "Why?"
>No one answered.
>Alone and hopeless I wandered back to our house.
>It was dark, no lights on.
>I walked back up the driveway just enough to get a Wi-Fi connection on my phone.(I don't have service cause I'm a poor fag)
>Desperately look for a Facebook notification.
>Nothing.
>I broke again, and hailed an Uber to take me to the mall.
>Go to the McDonalds there. It has a 24 hour lobby, and its all I could think of last minute.
Cont...
Sorry it's taking a long time. I want something to do when the mall closes.
Idle hands are the devils tools.
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>>34297670
Bumping myself. My typing is slow af
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>>34297721
I'm still monitoring if you ask if you are being read.
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Cont...
>At this point, I'm exhausted.
>I lay my head down on the table and contemplate my,current state of affairs.
>Eventually I fall asleep.
>Im women up by McDonald's management.
>She explains to me that she needed to close the lobby since they were so understaffed.
>My heart sank even lower. Could I find no solace?
>Ieft McDonald's and booked 1 night in a hotel.
>Tired and alone, I walked to the hotel. The journey there I begin to cope.
>"Fuck her, If not need her. Stupid cunt." etc, my thoughts were nasty and dark.
>I come across "The bridge."
>I call it that because it's the,bridge I go to when I think about jumping to my death.
>I stop and the bridge and stare off into the dark.
>This lasts for a while, until I begin to get drowsy.
>I reach my hotel and attempt to check in.
>Check in is at 3 in the afternoon.
>Emo
>I shuffle over to a chair in the lobby and flip down, defeated.
>A couple of hours I am awoken by the receptionist.
>He hands me my room keys and I fill with a surge of relief.
>I walk up stairs, shower and pass out.
Cont...
I might just let this thread go. Seems dead desu with you
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>>34298005
That and I'm kind of tired might try and get some,sleep while the mall is open
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