Tonight it's raining

I was trying to cross the street when a car drove by and totally soaked me when racing by my side. My very first reaction was "FUCK I'm wet!" but in less than a split second I started laughing because I realized that I'm not made of sugar and that I was about to go home where I would have a nice shower, get in to bed and cuddle my boyfriend.

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I was on my way home when a homeless guy stopped me to ask if I knew where he could sleep tonight. I couldn't answer his question. He asked me if I could spare some change so he could get some food. I lied and said I didn't have any money on me. I never give money to homeless people because I never know if they are honest or just taking advantage of me to get some money to buy drugs. But I never can stop wondering: Did I just denied a junky his hit or did I just deprive a honest man a good bed on a rainy night?

The beginning

I've had this blogg for a wile now... without writing... I've been thinking what to write for the last few weeks and I have to admit I still don't know what a proper first message should be.

But today I feel so frustrated with the world that I had to write something just to let do universe know how I feel. Normally I'm a very happy and positive person, but today I'm disappointed and sad... Why is it that people have to pay an insane amount of money to do a volunteer job? Isn't it enough to be prepared to spend my free time working?!