So things have been great...on a surface level. Yes, I've been fortunate to have a roof and I am NOT complaining about that.

But, I'm on the floor because my step dad didn't get two beds. My mom is coughing 24/7 which isnt good since the docs were supposed to clamp the ulcers which were causing the coughing up of blood but she's be coughing up chunks (we've called her primary and they said to wait another rday and see if it improves).

I've been awake 2 days with her, Everytime I try and lay down she calls me to help her sit up. And I love my mom, so so much but I'm exhausted I know it's not her fault to. It just still bugs me.

I've been out in the heat for a few days, panhandling and begging and have made enough for another weeks worth of the hotel room but that leaves very little for food which both my parents need to keep their sugars okay. I'm just stressed out and scared, and worried.

I know this sounds ungrateful and spoiled, I know it does. I know people have it so much worse, I'm fortunate to have a roof over my head and clothes on my back. This group is like my diary of being homeless.