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When I was 16, homeless kids were going missing in my town.

I know what really happened to them.

I won't go into detail why I was thrown out of my house at 16.

Financial problems, I came from a poor family.

Mom and dad wanted me to get a job, and I wanted to stay in school, so that caused arguments.

I also made the mistake of revealing to them an intimate part of myself I should have kept hidden.

Look, I won't say being on the street was better, but being away from that toxic environment was like a breath of fresh air.

I lived in a pretty big town and there were a lot of kids living on the streets.

I did try and find somewhere at first.

I stayed in hotels with my last remaining cash but then I found myself with the option of eating or starving.

I was very stubborn at 16.

I hated asking for handouts and just the idea of asking my school for help felt like losing.

I didn't want my friends and teachers to know about my situation, so I dropped school.

Again, I was a stupid, stubborn kid.

I obviously should have asked for help, but back then, teachers didn't care.

Kids in my school were severely bullied and nothing ever changed.

They were there to teach and that was it.

So the thought of telling them I was homeless just wasn't happening.

I didn't want their pity.

I didn't want their attempt to try to empathize with me when in reality, they did not care.

So yes, I ended up on the streets, but there was a community of us.

We were all in the same situation, thrown out for the same reasons.

Toxic and abusive parents or significant others.

So all we had were each other.

I've seen homeless kids depicted on TV, movies as scrappy pickpockets, but that's a lie.

When I was 16, homeless kids were going missing in my town.

I know what really happened to them.

I won't go into detail why I was thrown out of my house at 16.

Financial problems, I came from a poor family.

Mom and dad wanted me to get a job, and I wanted to stay in school, so that caused arguments.

I also made the mistake of revealing to them an intimate part of myself I should have kept hidden.

Look, I won't say being on the street was better, but being away from that toxic environment was like a breath of fresh air.

I lived in a pretty big town and there were a lot of kids living on the streets.

I did try and find somewhere at first.

I stayed in hotels with my last remaining cash but then I found myself with the option of eating or starving.

I was very stubborn at 16.

I hated asking for handouts and just the idea of asking my school for help felt like losing.

I didn't want my friends and teachers to know about my situation, so I dropped school.

Again, I was a stupid, stubborn kid.

I obviously should have asked for help, but back then, teachers didn't care.

Kids in my school were severely bullied and nothing ever changed.

They were there to teach and that was it.

So the thought of telling them I was homeless just wasn't happening.

I didn't want their pity.

I didn't want their attempt to try to empathize with me when in reality, they did not care.

So yes, I ended up on the streets, but there was a community of us.

We were all in the same situation, thrown out for the same reasons.

Toxic and abusive parents or significant others.

So all we had were each other.

I've seen homeless kids depicted on TV, movies as scrappy pickpockets, but that's a lie.