I’ve overreacted at times, and I’ve apologized to those who did and did not deserve it. I’ve struggled and I have admitted to my own faults, yet, I am still cast aside as a nuisance. I’m told that I’m still a friend, but I’m treated like a person who is only useful at times. I don’t want to be that person to anyone. I want to be appreciated for me, and if you can’t give me a reason as to why you’re having me around, then it’s obvious that I shouldn’t be around.
I’ve enjoyed what I have obtained from people: time, compassion, what was shared. I can’t stick around and hope that one day I’ll matter to someone. I won’t. I’ve been at it alone since I started. It’s wise to continue on that path. People just take what they want and will leave you broken and hopeless.
So, now I am looking for a way to get out west. I’m looking for a large city to continue doing my act and to build up and on to greater things. San Diego? San Francisco? Las Vegas? Las Angelos? Seatle? Portland? I don’t know. One of these places has to be useful. I’ll go with or without a home. The streets have sheltered me before and I’ll let it shelter me again if it has to be that way.