Clinging to life by a string, that's how it felt like for me everyday, I turned 17 last month with no one to celebrate it with. Catty is no longer with me the oldness claimed him, i felt nothing ever since. I had grown with the stench and the filth in fact that is the only thing i knew. The only comfort i had ever since is my constant intrusive thoughts that slowly eats away my sanity and made me felt a little paranoid. Little in my heart i expected my old friend from school would meet me and offers me a job but that was never the case, everyday i would have to fight other homeless people who would get mad at me for stealing their stuff. Fighting might not be the best word to describe it because i can't fight for lies they made up. Everyday i would go be my best self and look for jobs, although i got rejected so many times mainly because i'm too young or too inexperienced. My feet would get sore from walking and standing around but almost nothing matters to me, yet i would still do my best trying to improve my life for reason my mind muddled up to answer. One day i found another job posting in a bakery as a worker who would pick up stuff and clean up the place, i kept my hope low but still expecting to be accepted. I applied and i was surprised i got the job. A few days later, I started my new job. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but it was a job. I was happy to have a place to sleep and food to eat. I was also excited to learn something new. I quickly learned that the job was harder than it looked. I was constantly being picked on by the some customer and my intrusive thoughts were riding me insane. Although it was tough, i kept going. I was determined to make it through.

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