It’s cold, breathing the midnight air.

The frost licking my lips, I’m wondering to myself. Why is my life like this?

My parents gone, leaving me to fend for myself, I find nothing but the stars keeping me company as I live my life. Moving from one place to another.

I guess it’s easy though, finding somewhere to sleep. Just look for the nearest park bench or box to take a nap, only real challenge I guess is finding something to eat that won’t make you throw up as soon as you stuff it in your mouth.

But whatever, I’m dieting anyway.

..

I watch these strangers walking past but never even bothering to look my way.

‘At least give me some coins people, I’M ONLY 8 FOR CRYING OUT LOUD’

*sigh*

It’s cold.

People are cold.

Is this all my life amounts too, a pebble on the side of the road, why do I even bother? It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic.

*sniffle*

I remember their faces, the way they talked, the way they acted, the way they cared for me.  But even then they left, they left me here alone. 

My father a business man, he was a busy person but he somehow always found a way to be with me. My mother, a person with a smile so bright i thought she was an angel whenever i looked up at her. But why. Why is the world so cruel. Why are they so cruel.

My parents my own flesh and blood, abandoned me.

They took off and left me here.

My father even as much as he seemed to care for me was nothing but a crook and liar, swindling and cheating people out of their money.  Even she left me for him. Her own child came second in her life, someone she was supposed to love. 

What is love, if she can abandon me who was a part of her in order to keep it... is love such a fickle thing?

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.....i guess it is. 

What was left for me when they went. Nothing. I was kicked out of a place i called home, the subject of ridicule and disdain. The anger and frustration directed at my father was inadvertently directed at me. The people that threw me out onto the streets didn't even spare to give me a second glance. Are they that blind to anger they would even cast out a child. Cheh

I cried and i cried out to the world and all i got back was silence. And from then i cried out in anger, frustration and ...sadness.

The sadness within myself, tearing at my heart. This place I've been cast out into, its different, its scary. Its the unknown.

it's been a while since I've taken to being homeless and trudging around from place to place in search of a new life. 

Heh pretty ironic though i guess, coming from an 8 year old, my life i think can still be considered new. This is probably what university students feel like, penniless and lost. Maybe i should become a modern day sage with this new found maturity, help a few lost souls on their journey to understanding life. 

Hahaha... ha..ha sniffle.. tears? huh and i thought i...i ...got over crying already. I guess not then.

look at me, a wreck, covered in the worst odor known to man. I'm not even sure if the last thing i ate was even a fruit.

....

I'm literally a piece of trash on the side of the road....well at least then someone might have actually bothered to pick me up.

I'm lost.

I don't know where to go or what to do.

No one want's to help me... so what am i supposed to do. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO.

someone.... please.

help me.

(silence)