For the past week i have been pretending to be homeless in a broken down abanded house, just so i can support one of my friends threw a hard time. The experiance has been both fun and alittle upsetting all the same. it feels like i learned new things. And for once i actually i kind of feel like im getting back to the basics of myself. One act for anthor person made me re evaluate myself. I never thought i would come to some of the conclusions that i did, and i never thought i would get as close as i did to people that was around me. Everyday has been some sort of adventure lately. I feel so nieve, and disconnected with the things that i use to know best. For the first time in my life i feel so uncertine of everything. It feels like my fate is nothing more then a coin toss.Can go one of only two ways... heads or tails. The stories i could tell about where ive been and what ive been threw are so surreal im finding even myself having a hard time believeing them. Life is a curiosity.