People, and I’m surrounded by them. After being attacked repetitively and finding myself homeless the stress is finally getting to me. They get together and talk trash. My heart is giving out. My knees are giving out. My arms are falling out. So I finally decided to take myself off of the streets. I’m doing it alone because of how greedy people can be. I’m starving to death, right now. I have fractured bones, if I don’t eat for a couple days, I might not wake up the third.