Welcome to my humble abode. Or rather, my “bed” for the night. It’s not much to look at, it certainly won’t appear on one of those celebrity “cribs” shows, but it has a roof.
It’s not my first time around the block. Ten years ago, almost to the day, I was rough sleeping in London.
I was picked up, rehoused, went on the gain a degree. And yet, here we are again.
I can’t do this again. I just can’t. I’m in my mid 50’s now. My body aches all over. My brain feels like mush. I feel alone. I feel like a failure. I’m just not cut out for normal living, whatever that may be.
We will see what the morning brings. Hopefully, I will fall asleep and not wake up. I need the rest. I’m so tired of this life.