two wrong doesn't make a right and there. someone was right. i wasn't totally independent. i do not own the shelter over my head and thus, here i am, living at the whim of others, affected by the fucking decisions they make. horrible week. first and worst mistake was to bring home him, second was to see him back.. and i thought i'll be relieved. but who knows. feeling guilty. is it because of my selfish reason? or because i don't know how to account for others? whatever it is, i guess i'll have to carry it until he has a better life than me.