homecoming queen

I left the Navy with high hopes of a ticker tape parade upon my return and mounds of support from my family and friends. I didn't anticipate burning all of my bridges in less than a month and living in the HOJO on the wrong side of town.
I ask if I can come home for the 4th of July holiday, since I have nowhere to stay. "I guess" is the answer. How did I become a burden?
I now see how there can be homeless vets on the street corner with signs begging for money. I could be one of those vets. I can't find work and I'm homeless with no family support. I can't even get the VA to provide medical benefits because 1) I made too much money last year and 2) my paperwork hasn't been processed yet.
So I'm here in the HOJO on the wrong side of town feeling sorry for myself, wanting to run but not knowing where to go. I don't have my passport otherwise I'd be gone - somewhere in South America perhaps. As it is, I've settled for lots of dramamin as it's the only thing that keeps me from whole nights and days of tears. So what if I take too much.