I am in Rochester right now, and I don't think I have ever felt so alone in my life.

I am, for lack of a better word, homeless, living from place to place, looking for a job. No matter what I do, I cannot seem to find anything.

And in the end, this makes me angry. H has his home. H has his job. And part of me is so dammed angry I want to call immigration to tell them that while H is toting my name around as his wife, his wife and SD13 are virtually homeless.

I feel like there is no one for me to talk to. My entire life has been in upheaval, and for God's sake I want to know how much more I have to take. Because honestly, I don't think I can handle much more. Something has got to give.

And so I sit in silence, and smile to hide the tears, and just try to catch my breath.

And feel like I don't belong anywhere anymore.

Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..