Am I needed? I don’t think I am. I’m just a hump of trash. I joke about it. So do you. We laugh together. We find it funny, but we think it’s true. I know we do, my friends say I’m cool, but one we always tell each other that we don’t like each other. I have a friend that always makes fun of me and twist my words around, I can tell that he’s only joking, it’s how he shows it. But I think that they lie about things straight to my diddlie darn face. We might be homeless by the end of the month which will mean 1. we go live in my Uncle’s house or 2. we live in a shelter. A lady came over and said some things about it. They don’t turn anyone away. My parents are in some deep shit as of now.