Well I always wondered if I'd end up homeless, though I never thought I would be for the reasons I am. I have been living on my parents' property for a bit now and my father got suddenly violent again. He beat me up and kicked me out. Every time he kicks me out he recants, but not this time. I refuse to go back. I would indeed rather be homeless, but I don't want it to come to where I am living on the streets. I would rather bounce around from house to house until I can. But still, this is the scarest thing for me. I am finally going out on my own. Branching out. And not in the way I'd want. For the second time in my life I am going to be applying to stay in a homeless/domestic violence shelter. I am frightened. But I also know I have resources. I also know that I have friends.
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