What i've learned about myself.

Living at the hostel hasn't been all bad. Ok, about 98% bad, but i have learnt a few thing's about myself as i've lived there.
 
I am too trusting at times. That's something i have decided i need to work on.
 
I don't judge people easilly. If someone is willing to change their lives, then i think we should help and encourage, and not judge for their previous behaviour. There was a girl who was a recovering drug addict, and some people there gave her a hard time, and she was struggling at times, but she talked to people through the hard times, and she got her place in rehab (where she is now).
 
I do judge people if they're a thief, alcoholic, druggie or general low life. Like i said above, if you wanna change your life, offer support. If not, then that's there call. That's the type of people i judge. I can empathize with a few of them, but i don't know why you'd wanna waste your life getting drunk or high, or inflicting misery on others.
 
I can live without materialistic thing's. I don't have much money left over after i pay my rent, so i don't get the chance to buy much.
 
I can cook, and enjoy it.
 
I am responsable, and enjoy looking after myself, and other's.
 
That's what i learnt in the last few months.

Living here is destroying my faith in humanity.

I like to try to see the good in everyone. Niave, i know, but that's the way i am. If i can help someone, i will.

Living in this house, though, has got me doubting humanity, in general. Another 'nice' person has turned out to be a thief, and i'm wondering if there's anyone here who isn't a criminal, of some sort.

I know, hand on heart, there's about 5 people here i trust. My mum, the woman she goes to bingo with, the other woman my mum's age, who just moved in, The gay guy downstairs, the handyman and the couple upstairs.

They've all had stuff stolen, and they're the people i chat to, when i'm cooking in the kitchen. Everyone else, i don't have much to do with.

How can someone steal from someone else in the same situation as themselves?. I really don't understand the mentality of people, sometimes.

Christmas gift's.

I am lucky. I got some wonderful christmas gift's. I got jewellery and bath stuff and make up from my mum, and my boyfriend got me some Audrey Hepburn soap's, which i love, and sock's, which i need, and some make up and toiletries, which i also love.

There was a guy at my house, who i spent christmas day with, who received a packet of biscuit's from his dad. And, what was even funnier (not for the guy) was that he didn't even like the biscuits. They were coconut ring's, and he's allergic to coconut.

And my friend's boyfriend bought her a fluffy dice for her car. Which she hates. She think's anything like that is tacky, and that's her opinion, right or wrong.

Just wanted to say how lucky i am for receiving great gift's.

2014 is going to be a better year.

2014 can't be as bad as 2013 has proven to be. Being made homeless has, without a doubt, being the most traumatic thing that has happened to me.

And yet, i've survived and here to tell the tale.

I am determent 2014 is going to be a good year. I'm going to succeed and be happy. I am going to get the help i need to deal with the problem's in my life.

I am not going to be afraid anymore. I am going to take chances and i am going to follow my heart and i am going to be happy.

I actually have a good memory of living in this place.

Yesterday. Christmas day. There was only about half a dozen of us, but we all had a laugh, and it was fun.

I was expecting it to be rowdy with drunk's fighting, but only one person got drunk, and she was funny and talkative (she wouldn't shut up) and still lovely when she was drunk.

Reading some post's on here, i see how negative i've become. I am gonna (try) to stop the negativity. I am writing about my (bizzare) experiences in a fictional story format, so i am gonna try to make this blog less about my housing situation and more about fun stuff.

I'll be leaving here soon. I have to for the sake of my sanity. So, everyone know's i hate living here. But, from now on, i'm writing about other stuff going on in my life.

Or just what i wanna write about.

I had a good christmas day.

I was dreading spending christmas day in a hostel, but it was actually really good.

It started with a power cut, and no heating or electric, so my housemates (about 6 in total) decided to just put everything together, and we made a turkey dinner, and all sat in the dining room (the least cold room in the house) and was there all day.

We've had no tv, so just had each other's company and it was fun.

The handyman had a personal cassette recorder, and 1 cassette (U2's 'the joshua tree'), the husband and wife got drunk (but lovely and funny with it) and the 18 year old was sitting eating cereal for most of the day, and the other guy there entertained with stories about his life in Brazil.

It was a fun day. It show's that when the bad people are away, how nice the house can be.

Living in this house does have some funny moments.

Like today, for instence, there's a young lad who's lived here for about two week's. When i was in the kitchen earlier, he was telling me and a couple of other people (all nice, as the nice people outnumber the dodgy one's now) about all of the injuries he's received since he got here.

He's hurt his back, neck, shoulder, ankle, leg, wrist and head. He then added (and this is the funny bit) that he is convinced the dodgy big boss is letting himself into his room during the night and having a fight with him, just so he can say that he's beaten someone up that day.

It was funnier in person than i made it seem, but, hey, at least it's not all bad.