No one expects to become homeless, but one of the benefits is that you have so much time. You cry, you express your resentment, you ask questions like, why did my parents bring me into this world if they couldn’t take care of me?

But at the end of the day, you realize crying doesn’t do much. You look at life and laugh about it, or cry about it. Based upon my experience, people are not going to cry with you, especially other homeless children.

IS LIBERATION DANGEROUS?

ONLY WHEN OVERDUE. PEOPLE AREN'T BORN RABID OR BERSERK. WHEN YOU PUNISH AND SHAME YOU CAUSE WHAT YOU DREAD.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn't fit the other. I didn't care.

Principalmente guardaré aquí las citas que me gustan

Un amor que solo me devora, solo se puede ojala que desaparezca

Puedes probar con químicos, pero las manchas nunca desaparecerán

Se me metió en las manos, luego en las rodillas, y cuando miro hacia abajo solo veo rojo

Pero desde donde más me ensuciaste, el lugar donde una vez te besé.

Se convirtió en el último lugar donde te encontré

Con tu corazón destrozado, el olor permaneció y las manchas se volvieron amarillas

Solo puedes esperar que desaparezca

FREEDOM IS LIKE AIR. YOU CAN’T TOUCH IT OR SEE IT. WE DON’T THINK ABOUT IT OR APPRECIATE IT WHEN WE HAVE IT. BUT WE NOTICE IT WHEN WE DON’T HAVE IT, JUST LIKE WE NOTICE WHEN WE DON’T HAVE OXYGEN. YOU REALIZE YOU DON’T HAVE OPTIONS.