So I'm scared to go outside because homeless sleep under our porch. We didn't have this problem last summer. Dad wants me to put up beware of dog signs but no one will listen to them. I'm trapped in my own house. I went to go to the vet today and got on the wrong bus. So we rescheduled till Monday. My meds weren't filled so I run out soon. I need to get out of here, run back to Florida but I can't. I can't find another place to live. I'm stuck and it's really getting to me. The bus is overcrowded, I never have peace unless I'm inside. Even then I struggle. Laundry needs to be done but we have to take the bus to the laundry mat. I need to find a safe place I can go out by myself. If my husband dies my only option is to move back in with my parents. Which would suck.