Diary of the Life of a Homeless Man and Stray Dog 2.11

Next to it seems to be moving. Just faintly heard. If he had moved away, it would certainly not have been possible to live here, and it would have been demolished right away. Hopefully I heard it wrong, but it really wasn't right. Too many vocals are too cluttered.

In the last two days, I saw a job that was exactly the same as before. But it's too far. Not having a place to live is really difficult and unrealistic. I'm actually quite bad at finding a job, I'm not very willing to communicate, I can only do the kind of work that can be done by one person. Finding the right one is not easy plus carrying it. In the beginning I was still very passionate about life. Now slowly because these are impossible to erase.

Always looking for a way out of the emotions when I feel that point. But still don't want to hurt innocent people. So sometimes fantasize about hearing stories about hatred, injustice, injustice, and sorrow. Then go on to redeem others while freeing yourself. In fact the odds of this reality happening are almost zero. In the end, it was just my imagination.

Going out today is a bit more targeted. Pick up things While charging, you have to find a new place. There have been many neuropathies that have come recently. In the wee hours of the morning, that's sweeping the floor, come and get the tool, and this is understandable. The daily fixed point of feeding the cat is next to the live. There are also two neurotics that are purely idle. There are too many such people to control. I've been stolen many times because of this guy. No way.

I'm going to be ready to change places again, and I've moved so many times and picked up more and more belongings. Some are really reluctant to throw away. In fact, it doesn't mean much to keep it, even if it can be used one day. Take a look. The neighborhood has been demolished. I'm going to look for it far away.