I survive off caffeine of sorts.
I survive off Bon Iver and Elliott Smith.
I survive off minimal money and shitty gas station jobs.
Lastly, I survive off of tiny computers and loads of paper.

I hope for a better day.
I hope for a home.
I hope for a family to call my own.
And I hope for a nice house and job in my future.

I live for poetry slams and trauma.
I also live for suicide awareness and sexual assault centers.
I live for helping the community and
getting my shit together.

I hate dogs and I hate people who rape people.
I hate people who eat tomatoes like apples.
I hate the fact I have enough trauma to last 3 lifetimes, but somedays, I really like I get to speak about my experience.
And somedays, I just hate life.

But today?
Today I survive off a 24oz cup of coffee.
I hope for a family.
I live for the knowledge that a better day will come.
And I hate my mother.