I was homeless for more than a month

So this is not a scam or clickbait type of blog honestly idk how does that I'm here to blogging and not to get views and to be popular spacehey blogger (I'm pretty far from that)!

So how that fucking happened to me in 2025..?! It can happen at anytime in any year with anyone poor/rich yes even poor people can be even poorer crazy! So In february we didn't get any notice or mail from the supplier and one day (February 20th at 8 am) they came to turn off the gas. We tried to do everything against it but they threatened us with the police so obviously we didn't want that. My sister was at school my mum ran into my room crying I was sleeping I thought it was the fucking police or something and asked me "Did they turned off the gas? Did they turned off the gas? hey!! Wake up!!!" She got shocked and freaked out and I didn't know where the fuck I am! I said what?! Who? What day is it what's the time?! And I've heard that they doing something outside then boom there was no gas... no breakfast no heat in the rooms the whole house was cold af in just 2 hours! It was so fucking cold outside like 7-5 celsius which is pretty cold here especially for my ass bc I was made to live in the desert! 

So later she was panicing what should we do how we're gonna get it back and so on. What will I have for breakfast my sister can't stay here and so on... She ran to the store and bought two heaters for almost $50 and it's a piece of shit and its uses fucking 2000W and heat nothing!! Don't do that ever buy oil radiator that's a pro advice!! So we bought that and somehow with so many tears and cry we survived that day and the next day I went to the next city to buy an expensive radiator that heated nothing but more than those two lil shits! And so my sister had to move to her asshole dad who left us idk how did they contact with/found him. My sister phoned with him to pick her up and take to his house which is like almost an hour from us at least she was in safe and warm place at least that's what we thought but I'll tell it later why. So it was only me and mum in the house. One night later my mum left the whole country to go to work she went to abroad not bc of this gas issue she already planned to leave but not like that she got trapped she sucked a lot she was suffering and they didn't pay her and she spent this time abroad this one and a half month bc she couldn't come back without money obviously not bc she's a bad mum. I usually say I hate her and my family but in these bad and ugly times it's really shown that what family we are. BUT we still argued a lot on the phone lol So after on sunday she left it was only me alone in the house. It was cold and nothing left like food and drink. 

My sister called me at night "Hey how are you? Are you still alive?" I said "Yes I'm fine(kinda) I ate the last salami and slice of bread there's no tea and water..." She said "Then why don't you come here it's warm here there's food here, you can shower here and sleep" I said "You're kind sis but that's not our house and that motherfucker has to approve this whole thing and pick me up if we really want to make this happen..." Just a lil info I haven't talked to that motherfucker in years as I said any my friends are know he left me when I was 5 when my sis was born so I thought about what she said I had to ignore these things and think about I need some warm place to shower eat some food and to sleep and at least I can take care of my sister and protect her from that motherfucker. So he called me and as soon as I picked up the phone he was obnoxious I don't wanna write down that bc it's too explicit we said a lot of things but at the end idk how he said while he cried okay "I pick you up in 20 min I'll call you when I'm there..." And I had to pack all my clothes and lil life into one bag in this black bag that you put in the rubbish bin it was so ridiculous that everything's fit in this one big black bag it was really shown that I have nothing and started immediately crying and literally got nervous breakdown I couldn't do much in the house it was too cold to do anything... So it was the best solution...

The next day he bought both of us bus tickets and I took my sis to school as always for one whole month. While my siter was at school I was doing the laundry and tried to ask money for food and drink on the street and from neighbours which was pretty fucking shameful for me bc I never thought that this will or could happen to me/us. Anyways so some lovely people did and I returned some bottle for money and so at least I could buy some food for my sis and myself. Plus we got food at that place that we called the cave. I found out that we have shelters in our city that I didn't know about so I went there bc they were giving awful, gross, disgusting lunch but at least for free. I've seen a lot of homeless people there I've seen those big smelly coats and gloves with the holes on it like in the movies but it was the reality that I've experienced. So I asked 3 box of lunch sometimes I just asked 2 bc I didn't want to eat that gross shit and sometimes the neighbours invited me to have dinner/lunch whatever. Somehow we survived that one and a half month. MOSTLY I was on the street holding my cup and asking money and sometimes even from neighbours/acquaintances and thankfully they gave me some money for food and I was happy. I thought that this nightmare will never end I banged my head agains the wall. I didn't seemed homeless bc I could brush my teeth, taking shower eating some food and sleep in warm that actually wasn't warm. Wish I could say this was easy and there was no problem. The details are coming!

So on the first night that motherfucker's partner that bitch introduced herself to me bc my sis knew her since 2 years I didn't. I knew that he made a new family but actually didn't see them. So as soon as I got there everyone's cried including me that woman SEEMED kind, cute and like she care about us but no she didn't. They threatened us like do the dishes (that not we used so basically the dishes that they used and forks and spoon and shits) or they will kick us. We said "We thought we agreed on this, everyone's doing its own dishes/spoon/fork/knife bc there's no way that we're going to clean this whole house after y'all" and these argues and threates are just kept going and going a lot of swearing and threating one night they wanted to beat my sis and she's a minor so I stood up from the bed I was sleeping deeply and said if you give her a slap or do something I'll break your limbs and cut your heart out and give it to the dogs. And they were so fucking scared like if I was rambo or something. And then THEY WANTED TO BEAT ME BOTH OF THEM like wtf I think I'm a fucking homeless looser motherfucker has no money, car, gf and life and our mum is a hoe and so on. And we've got fucking enough from that shit so my sis stayed there but after two weeks I escaped from there and lived on the street or stayed at these shelters or came home to sleep and to wash my clothes. Obviously they begged for me to go there and live there until we get our gas back. I said lemme think about it I'm not sure I wanna do that. Because I fucking knew what's going to happen. A lot of drama and arguement and shits yes. And we still doesn't feel safe and normal. 

After all this two weeks ago my mum could come back we did the necessary papers to be able to hand it in to the supplier and we got back our gas yesterday. FINALLY after two weeks of waiting and one whole month of suffering and terror and living on the street here I am where I was before I became homeless. I only used my phone as gps and to call people and to check some other stuff on it like the law and places... I was smelly af bc I had no shampoo and sometimes they didn't let me to take shower for days and yeah I was fucking homeless. Today I finally showered in 2 days so fuck me. It's a little bit better now but we still have issues and we'll still suffering in life. Life is sux and no one can hit bigger than life that's what I've learned. And this experience of being homeless is definitely goes to my biography if once someone (me) will write a book about me/my life/career. Thinking about it after graduating two years later I'm homeless like wtf?! The whole thing felt and seems surreal right? 

As I said this is not a clickbait or scam this is what happened me I swear to god I'm not lying I cried every fucking day and prayed.... I feel like I've learned a lot. From now no one can show me new stuff I know what it's like being homeless/poor now I hope comes the rich.

Thank you so much for reading my blog I won't say I hope you liked it I just wanted to share this story. I didn't notify any of my friends about this bc I didn't want them to worry about me plus they have their own life/love life and they're busy with their partner and I guess everyone has issues in life. That's why I hate it. I don't wish this to anyone but if you poor you get me! Oh I've also learned how they make this homeless gloves at the shelter and made some homeless friend I'll try to help them as soon as I can.

P.S. This is for the crazy weird ass motherfuckers: If you say why didn't you all go and get a fucking job rather than asking money. Well I tell you why! 1. We're smelly af and looks dirty and awful who want's to talk to us? 2. we have no money to go to the next big city to find a fucking mall or hundreds of shops. 3. people are disgusting and they won't hire you even if you're not homeless or poor it doesn't matter. Think about that first. And at the shelters you can't shower. And who's gonna let you in to shower/shave brush your teeth and give new fresh clothes to go to a job interview? NO ONE at least not so many people would do that!!!! I would do but I'm unable to do it that's the difference!