It was at this point that my friends who I was so devoted to, revealed that they had never liked me, and had planned over the last two years to take advantage of me. I moved into their abandoned house, fixed it up, got the power and water turned on, and then when it was really nice from my work, they told me it was time to go back on the street (I was the only one without family to help me, so the most vulnerable.)

I was paying for more than my share of the bills and repairs to the house, so my friends could spend extra money on clothes and toys....they decided I was too annoying when I asked them to help care for their own pets, and in revenge they stole my cat Rainbow and my dog Leary, and neglected them, until Rainbow died of a preventable accidental poisoning. They taught Leary to be an attack dog and changed her name to Hex.

I've been traveling ever since because, since this moment, I've never really recovered my ability to truly love life or trust friends. Most of the people in my work have turned out to be terrible. I hope I love my life again some day.