I cut off my dreadlocks.
Then I started dating someone different.
Then the someone different was dishonest and manipulated and betrayed me, made me more cautious and less of a trusting, open person.
I had no money.
My bank account dwindled to about $40.
My parents tried to manipulate me by offering me a gift of money if I do what they want with my life.
I said no.
My parents told me to fuck off.
I thought I was going to be homeless and jobless.
I sent out about 300 job applications and resumes.
I finally got a job a few days ago.
Yesterday the anthology that I had a story published in went on sale and it's on Amazon. My name in the blurb.
I hung out with my poets last night.
I had some beers.
My job is boring and repetitious.
But I still love the people who love me.
I finally feel now, oddly now that I am as alone as I have ever been, that there are people who love me.