It is now day five at the JHR shelter. I think I found out what the J-H-R stands for. Jobs Homeless Recovery, if I'm not mistaken. I'll double check a little later. For the first time since I've been here, I have branched outside of the shelter. I only went to McDonald's and 7Eleven. I just wanted some chicken nuggets and a Pepsi. The sad thing is that there's a rule here that restricts any outside food or drink inside of the shelter. I know. What kind of rule is that? At a homeless shelter of all places. I tried to sneak my food in anyway and unfortunately, I got caught. The staff frisks you whenever you enter the building. Once I was caught, the guy told me to go outside. He was nice about it. Unfortunately, I quickly ate my food next to a dumpster in the alley. How low can you go? I still managed to sneak my Pepsi and an apple pie inside.
This really sucks. I have no idea how long I can live like this yet I'm thankful all the more. Once I get myself back together, I am definitely donating some money and time to this shelter. Without it, I don't know what I would do or where I would be. It's cold as a bitch outside.
Tomorrow, I'm going to try to go back home and grab a few things. I hope that bitch hasn't altered the alarm code. If she did, I'll be SOL. To be continued...
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