In a week, I won’t have a stable home.
I won’t have my own home.
I won’t have my animals I’ve had since I was nine, and I won’t have my own room.
I have to sell my things and put the rest in storage. I have to live out of suitcases. I have to sleep on a couch, and share a one bedroom apartment with my mom and my sick aunt.
So why? What’s the point?
Why do horrible fucking things happen to good people? I like to think I’m a good person. I’m nice to generally everyone I come across. I don’t litter. I don’t commit any sort of crimes. I don’t harm or hunt animals. I don’t talk badly about people. I don’t seek out drama. I have a good relationship with my mom. I am 18 years old and have a full time job and am making my own car payments and phone bill and buying my own necessities.
So why? Why are things becoming impossibly hard to bear lately?
Living isn’t working 40 hours a week and not having shit to show for it. It’s not working just to pay bills and STILL not having a roof of your own over your head. It’s not fucking fair that my mom works her ass off and she has NOTHING. it’s not fair. So why? Why the fuck am I holding on? When will it get better?