Ending up homeless isn't any child's dream so why does it exist?
Growing up on a council estate I know that the council are able to build sustainable housing projects but our generation and the next. Well, 'screw us' is the councils answer to our generation.
I have actually started to worry that homeless equates to mad and insnae and irrepairable but are we?
A lot of homeless people don't care but regilarly complain and have a lot of suffering problems. Then there is me, generating knowledge and bexoming morw mad each insane day I have.
I have wished to die several times and have experienced countless traumatic days while squealing the truth about what knowledge justifies and makes logic to the situation.
The situation is, the council used to care and after asking numerous councils on twitter, why there is no housea for us, and getting no answer, realisation life is shit might not be a bad belief. Sorry for he blandness but I have even worried to hate myself.
That ia certain madness and must be avoides. I may stink a lot but I am still filled with goodness. Gladly.
So this madness is a lot of different knowledge, actually unecessary if not debating but knowledge is power.
Fight for the right to party.