The deep depression continues

As I lie here on my bed, all I see around me is the misery of depression. As they sang on Hee Haw, gloom despair and agony on me, deep dark depression excessive misery. Then they talk about their problems.

Currently homeless and on probation, but I also have to register as a sex offender. I have a double whammy when it comes to housing Let’s add to the fact that my monthly income would not cover my rent, court cost and sex offender classes I have to take. It doesn’t add up financially. Rent in Denver for a one bedroom starts at

I see a lot of men who are in the same situation as I am. Broke, homeless and no way for me to work. My probation officer gave me a list of prohibited employment which means I am basically unemployable.

The men here are nice, but I don’t get buddy/buddy with them. Almost everyone of them will steal you blind and lie to your face about it. The people here are desperate. They will steal your computer for their next fix.

I am thankful for this place I do have. I don’t like being in an open area with nearly one hundred more men lime myself. This place adds to your misery and depression. You have the concrete grey cinder blocks as a back wall. You have a plain white wall and the floor is grey.

The friends I had before I went to jail have suddenly disappeared from my life, abandoning me too my own resolve. But please don’t feel sorry for me because in a way I brought this on myself. I am prohibited from talking to my grandchildren because of this. I am…