I know nobody will see this or care, but I have to put it somewhere. I've struggled a lot in my life, I've overcome abuse, mistreatment, downright torture from loved ones, relationships, managers and random people who just make it their life's mission to destroy. I was moved around so much as a kid that i didnt know what home was. Adults had repeatedly left permenant marks on my skin, for things I had no control over. And the one solid rock I had in my life, passed away when I needed her the most. I've been homeless for the last three years, I've slept in the rain and snow, on the sidewalk, in empty buildings, and in strangers beds. I've been attacked, SAd, and robbed. Ive been so hungry i was ready to eat out of the dumpster, dirty and smelly, sick with nowhere to rest, and shelters treated us like animals. One forced us to shower outside in below freezing temperatures with no hot water. I was kicked out for refusing to shower in the cold. Ive been stalked and preyed on. Fetishized and eventually abused and currently being stalked by a man who fetishizes trans masculine people. For a long time I didn't know how to save myself from any of it. I recently found some good people who helped me, and I've been going to school. Since January I've been sleeping in a hotel every night, with meals delivered to me and a team of people helping me get the housing and supplies I need to survive. It's still a struggle, and will be for a while. Inflation is nobodies friend. But with a window garden to feed me, and cash gigs at queer spaces, i should make it through without losing my housing voucher. I will be moving into my new apartment in a few weeks, and im finally getting my insurance back to finish working on my teeth and health. Yesterday I submitted my final essay for my first semester at college, and next week is my final for algebra, which I will be passing. Im pursuing a degree in science, and i cant wait to see what i can do. I rescued a puppy off the street who was abused, whos been with me and helped me through some tough moments. I named her Honey, and she eats more than I do. she will be with me for a long time, and i plan to take good care of her. I'm happy to say that im proud of myself. I've fought hard, and overcome a lot of pain to get where I am. It's changed me as a person, it's hardened me, but toughened me all the same. I've lost people and family, and of course it hurts to know they don't want to talk to me, but I've found a fire in myself that they sought to extinguish, and I won't let anyone take that away from me. So this is me, Max, finally saying fuxk you. I'm doing me. And I will be happy!
Ps. Meet Honey! If anyone can identify the mixed breeds that she is please tell me. And don't say Belgian malinois cause I can't handle one of those. She about 4 or 5 months, I'm pushing 5 or 6 because she's starting to get an attitude. I've been guessing mastiff with pit, or german shepherd. But as far as the apartment knows she's just a very large terrier. She's so sweet, but scared of everything.