hold your own, know your name, and go your own way

It's been a while, but I have had my reasons. In the last couple of months a lot of shit went down, but here I am. Finally. Back to where I were last time I wrote. Almost. I am not going to go into any details, because I don't think it's that important, and because frankly I am quite ashamed. Ashamed for being so naive, and not knowing any better. I should have known better, with my history and all. But at that time I didn't.

I lost my friend, the only one I had talked to in months. I was locked up, accused for having something to do with it. I wasn't even allowed to go to the funeral. Two weeks ago, I think (It's hard to keep track of time and day. Even month and year), I was released. I wandered around for a while, moved on to yet another town. I couldn't stay, the memories and the falsely accusation made it hard to breath, to live.

So here I am, a while later. Alone. Again. On the road. Again. Homeless. Again. Paranoid. Again. Scared. Brave. Independent. Unknown. A stranger.

Jane Doe.