I've been homeless. It wasn't very long and wasn't that hard. I've had to survive by living out of dumpsters and stealing. Worked a job since I could lift at least 20 lbs. I've moved 21 times and plan to do so again soon. While not the lowest points there could be, I've been low in life. And look where I am now. How can I possibly say I can't make something out of myself when I've come this far? When I've fought to be where I am? How can I allow anything to truly bring me down low enough to stop? If I were to give up I would never know what I could do. I'm not so weak as to allow that to happen.

Haha this is great, you're literally a carbon copy of every weeaboo tumblr -blam!- that I've ever seen. Keep being a living cliche, it provides a few laughs.

No problem man. C: if I've made you smile I don't mind.

Eh, the novelty wears off. You'll be useless in a month or two. The flood will grow tired of you and you'll grow desperate or move to a different site. The cycle continues.