My Apartment away from the Institutional Group Homes!

Last night was the toughest night I've had in my apartment, boy it was tough. It was a 24 hour night, and all night long I slept under duress, I meant it felt like someone was standing on my chest the entire night, my father perhaps. I woke up and I knew I wasn't blessed and I had to say a prayer that I heard my Grand Father uttered to me to pray, "God bless me with this opportunity!" And that was it, I added my own words to the rest of it and was on to another day at work. By the way, the request I made was for God to grant me leave away from Box Truck that I live in, and throughout the day Satan found a way to add other things to it, so now I feel like a total failure and an unblessed individual who is headed back to his apartment (Box Truck) as a failure for Satan to pounced on like he found himself Crab!