Help needed. Nothing to lose.
category: offtopic [glöplog]
So, old persona aside, I still don't have my shit together. after 3 years. I've. been surviving, and many people helped me. I do not have much of a family.
I mean I'm not losing face here to admit that what once was a guy with a mouth on him (often too big for my britches, I'll admit) I am in full panic mode now.
I've got some money and a small income - I am nowhere near rich. But it is winter.. And I don't feel much like finding my end in some damn street corner.
So if anyone has a room to spare for someone who by now is used to being more than courteous and tiptoeing around to be as close to epsilon as can be in terms of nuisance *and* pay...
Let me know. I'm surviving by the days now. Whatever the hell you think of me or not, I don't want to die. I've got options, I've got spirit and fight and a smile and cooking skills l left in me, even a small income.
But look - fuck it that I ruin the image. I once. tried. to cultivate because it doesn't matter. If anyone has a damn garae with a space heater I'll fly over and survive and go from there.
Never thought my life would plummet into such a demented unreal spiral of fear and panic - not about status, the shoes I wear - no just pure survival.
I don't wanna die. Every few more days leeway I get in - yes the EU (believe you me once you're out on the street and you run out of resources you are proper fucked...) - is a gift.
Laugh at me. Mock me. I'm just going all f*cking Hail Mary, because sleeping rough in the winter goes from worse to death. And I'm not quite done living yet.
Yeah this is a damn absurd post, I understand. But I am that desperate. Can reach me at ndewit at Google Mail.
That's it. All I gotta say for now. Fuck if you got a shed and a space heater I'm good.
I mean I'm not losing face here to admit that what once was a guy with a mouth on him (often too big for my britches, I'll admit) I am in full panic mode now.
I've got some money and a small income - I am nowhere near rich. But it is winter.. And I don't feel much like finding my end in some damn street corner.
So if anyone has a room to spare for someone who by now is used to being more than courteous and tiptoeing around to be as close to epsilon as can be in terms of nuisance *and* pay...
Let me know. I'm surviving by the days now. Whatever the hell you think of me or not, I don't want to die. I've got options, I've got spirit and fight and a smile and cooking skills l left in me, even a small income.
But look - fuck it that I ruin the image. I once. tried. to cultivate because it doesn't matter. If anyone has a damn garae with a space heater I'll fly over and survive and go from there.
Never thought my life would plummet into such a demented unreal spiral of fear and panic - not about status, the shoes I wear - no just pure survival.
I don't wanna die. Every few more days leeway I get in - yes the EU (believe you me once you're out on the street and you run out of resources you are proper fucked...) - is a gift.
Laugh at me. Mock me. I'm just going all f*cking Hail Mary, because sleeping rough in the winter goes from worse to death. And I'm not quite done living yet.
Yeah this is a damn absurd post, I understand. But I am that desperate. Can reach me at ndewit at Google Mail.
That's it. All I gotta say for now. Fuck if you got a shed and a space heater I'm good.
