The World Is Going To Hell In A Hen Basket!!!

Family doesn't always mean blood, we all know that saying blood is thicker then water. However, that's not always the case depending on the circumstances.

In the mist of this whole situation I have learned many lessons. Among one, you can look at any journey as a curse, make a bad opportunity into your own personal hell, or make the best of it? It's a choice, different perspective, and seeing all aspects. My husband says tolerence is the key. I think there is more to it then that. I think there are many avenues to look at stuff. Anyways more to come.

Between the life lessons, learning how to be resourceful when there are no wash rags sometimes I gotta use a "old hanes shirt" to make three myself. But everything has a purpose. When I'm tyring to rise up, I learned a lot. Hence my handle on Vocal "Risen Phoenix". The underdog shouldn't ever be underestimated ever.

The hardest part, between this whole situation is quickly adapting to many different environments. I feel like a Chameleon when it comes to new environments.

In Hicktown we know everything maybe somewhat in a timewarp somewhat not, in a lot of ways. I think what bothers me a tiny bit is the bigots in politics. However, that goes on everywhere.

After being back here, starting all over again gradually I'm homeless learning how know one wants to hire homeless people. This is because the stigma is worse here. So in the mist of the anger I have been trying to create a business called "Aurelien Cleaning Service". Business location "remote". In the meantime I volunteer, write, freelance reporting, and record some of my experience for my nonfiction novel project.

The world is going to hell in a hen basket at least in Hicktown in a lot of ways like I said though things have changed. Different cultures have come together.

However, at the shelter during oppression it felt like the (warden) Dawn it felt like everyone was afraid. Always outside it seemed like everyone was out smoking carrying on laughing trying to make the best out of a dark situation.

I don't understand rednecks? I wonder if I stayed here would it be just like them? Unfortnately, I don't understand why Hicktown is more fucked up, and hurts more.

I have issues in life, in Hicktown the underrated sabbatgate, the anger that I feel when someone decides to rub dog diarrhea not sure if it's shit, piss, or both. Don't trust people it's hard to truth people for me. After everything has been such an issue at the shelter. It's so crazy right now, it hurts more so here then in Cleveland.

I don't understand this, I think how I feel the city life isn't for me. Sometimes, I feel like the best life for me is being far away from people in the mountains. Where I can look at them like the ants they are.

I am sure for those who are ambulance chasers we know them. They feel like they are missing out on something. Unfortunately, that's usually how it is. At the HCM we had a breach, and I was scared after finding out. All day the end up learning just then it's easy to open the door. This place is supposed ot be a safe place. It's not the case.

There is this girl who is always willing to straight a fight with anyone. Laura if she is willing to hurt an animal, she will hurt anyone really. I feel like this woman will fuck anyone up, because she has nothing left to loose.