” A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest— and poverty will come on you like a thief and scarcity like an armed man” Proverbs 23:44

I hate homeless people. I hate bums. I hate poverty. I hate the attitude and the frame of mindset these type of people carry around. I hate how on edge it makes me feel when I leave this homeless shelter daily day after day walking down the same streets with tents and angry bums in my peripheral. I do not have an ounce of sympathy for homeless people. Don’t get me wrong here, I’m selfish and I honestly used to feel a bit of a sadness for the experience of these people out here. And then I was stuck out here six years. Every low that comes with this lifestyle, God brought me through it all with nothing but Him and my faith. Being homeless makes you want to give up. You cannot lose your sense of self. It’s a certain mindset you have to have to be successful. It’s not just standing in he middle of the sidewalk and hope everyone catches your eye what your staring off into space at I mean because I guess people want to be seen, but being homeless you are so invisible youre not as special as you think. There’s work to be put in than bpaming others for your insecurities and shortcomings. People out on he street don’t care about that. When I’m in the mood rgyto write in my journal and what actually healthier is that I wrote in it daily because all of my growth and processing is churning internally. And it’s tressfup to live around bums. Wa

Waking up to bums constantly, the negative energy in the air. And if you do run into somebody out here on the streets which is never it’s a bum with a mental health or drug problem. So I be findinysepf saying to myself I’m tired a lot. I highly depise saying that because I’m full of life and vitality. I’m youthful, I’m beautiful and it shouldn’t be wasted around people who are haefil, hostile, simple minded, envious with no drive. Bums expect you to stopp to their lifestyle. You can just dwell in this lack way of life and sit back like everyone wants to be cool with you. The only people that want to be cool with them is those that don’t expect shit from life. Even people who have a job though I learned have the same funky attitude as people on the streets. Especially if they’re constantly around that low vibrational energy. It’s like they become that. I have to hold on to me. Nowadays these people are zombies and self development is like reserved for the warriors.

Think how much easier it is to just spend all your money and smoke, how easy it is to drink daily, sure some Successful people might have issues but they not just floating cause staying successful takes work. So it’s very annoying to be saying “damn I hate this place” but personally I feel excited about my life when I wake up. It makes me cringe that it’s so many people around that’s not inspiring me none, at ts either handicap, elderly, mentally ill. I just so happened to be in he mix but I rock by myself out here. And that gets me a lot of attention to. And it’s nobody on the streets but bums. But then it’s regular people acting the same. But none of them are on rodeo drivem It’s not fair to me to have to keep putting up with others shitty ends of the stick. I’m happy. I’m healthy. People are envious of that. God has anointed me. I have every reason to smile and be happy and feel liberated in everything I do because I do not feel compelled to be accepted or validated by others. I’m confident and it’s better to just ignore people. It’s like they’re so bored with life all they want is to cause drama forba little bit of your attention chosen ones. They don’t want you in your zone cause they don’t have one. So, no, I’m not tired. I have a armor on like talked about in Ephesians cause demons still exist as woke as ppl try to pretend to be but literally can’t.