hello nyc

I need to clarify. the use of the word captive is hyperbole and does nothing to describe my situation.

I need to clarify my situation in hopes that someone reading this may provide a solution to my problem.

to the people whispering you`re the problem, please be quiet , you are like 12 year olds.

It is my third social worker and they have done nothing to help me in moving out of this shelter. For that you need income, either pa or a job.

I was not eligible for pa and therefore was not able to get the back to work job at parks and recreation (part-time) that i wanted. they said there was nothing they could do. I think that is a little rigid on the part of the social workers.

(again, to the people acting against me with your antagonistic bullshit, please stop ) It is stressing me out and one of the reasons i am in a shelter is for stress related problems: you`re my stress now.

where was i?

Why with all these people who seem to be prying into my life can not get the social worker to do anything. I do not want to live there anymore and on a human rights level should be allowed to get housing, but for that you need money in a bank account.

Unless they want to move me into an empty luxury condo which i will happily take at this point.


Is there anybody reading my blog besides the insane people trying to make me miserable? my email is on my blog.

by the way as for the movie title inspiration; I am in Misery. It was sort of funny that they were reading my blog and using it as inspiration but it is starting to feel a little invasive.

i was told they didn`t get their clam bar after my i`m frazzled. I have not ignored the women who came into my dorm, i simply have not written it yet.

to the person laughing behind the counter at the library, what the fuck is your fucking problem? you are annoying.

they red my blog. I almost wish you hadnt. You can read it but dont red it. meaning i am not sure i want you sending people in to the shelter to respond to my blog. i think maybe you need to find a new muse and i will speak to the women myself if i want to write something. I feel surrounded by a lot of people i do not know who seem to have a lot to say about me and my blog and i am not sure that is okay.

meanwhile, i am still living there. I am trying to contact outside organizations to help me.

They`ll plot it for you ; graveyard and graveyard shift: no thank you.