I was homeless for about 8 months, I refused to live with my dad or anyone for that matter. So I stayed somewhere that had no hot water, ever, no heat, I told myself I have to be strong and get through it on my own.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was 19 years old, both of my parents died in the same year; my mom of cancer and my dad in a car accident. Through the next two or three years and a series of bad decisions - all my own, I might add - I ended up literally homeless, before that was even a word. I even slept occasionally under a pier on the Gulf Coast.
I've been homeless on a few occasions.
I grew up with a family that had very little and were at times homeless.
I have always felt a little homeless. It's a strange thing.
The first time I was homeless was when I went to Atlanta. I was in a homeless shelter, then when I got a job I used to miss the curfew for the shelter. So I ended up sleeping outside in the streets.
I was 21 and homeless - such a broken, lost woman.
I developed a loyal following. No one knew I was homeless.
I spent eight years living without heat and hot water.
Homelessness is an issue close to my heart.
I was planning on my future as a homeless person. I had a really good spot picked out.
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