Life is hard right now. Im homeless, living in a tent, i have a skin infection I'm trying to treat, and I just got diagnosed with sciatica.

I'm breaking down, I have been crying a lot to myself wondering why I feel like I'm being forgotten. I feel like no one wants to help, or no one can.

I have been writing a lot more, been freaking out too about people accusing me of pedophilia. Because that is also happening in my life.

Im stressed, I want to wear a diaper, but I am too scared of all the other homless people out here stabbing me for thinking im a pedo for wearing one. So I guess its back to not wearing them, and only wishing I could.


To all the babyfurs who can pad up right now, I'm jealous... im too afraid to be myself right now, because one false move could mean someone trying to kill me. Its just how it is out here.


I will remain strong. I will fight. I will keep doing what I need to do to survive... and to anyone who read my last journal when I said thanks for nothing... I apologize. I was in a dark space and I just said that...


Anyways. Love you all, and I'll try to keep you all updated.