Took me long enough right? Anyways for the past 3 weeks I've been helping out a homeless woman who now has a place to stay, thank friggin God. I've been a nervous wreck most days, worrying about her. She's 29, and she likes to take care of her friends as well, most of whom I've met. They are all homeless/floating from house to house. But they are sweet, loving, very blunt (which I like and respect in ANYONE) and try to take care of her as well. You get what you give sort of thing. I can respect that. Her friend John was worrying me the most due to his paranoid schizophrenia. He's much calmer right now but when he's on a roll, man, that dude is G O N E!!!!!! He HAS to keep moving, physically, and can't keep still. He's not violent or anything like that, but he does get scared when he see's cops or any shit like that.... But they were all on the street which was worrying me to freakin death. But in the last 2 weeks, things have calmed down considerably. They both have places to stay now thank God. So I'm just gonna chill. I help where I can, when I can, but I can't fix everything, and thats what I need to accept with myself.