What used to be holiday cheer has been replaced with winter fears.
How will I survive the season? How did I even get out here? I can’t remember the exact reason.
Been homeless a year and not much has changed. I’m sure it’s my fault. I must be to blame.
I wish things would fall into place. My housing, my life, where will I go from here?
I thought this homelessness would last for just a few months, but as one thing went wrong, one thing turned into a bunch.
Will I ever get back to business? Will my hopes and dreams still come true? A year ago I was certain, now I’m just really blue.