A Day In The Life...

Life has a funny way of being funny. I’ll give a prime example, its “funny” how I don’t feel welcomed in a place I’m currently supposed to be calling my home. How can someone you live with repeatedly say “well in my house, well in my house, well in MY house…”BITCH I live here too! I shouldn’t feel like I have to whisper and be in solitary confinement in order to be happy in a place I’m paying to live. I would rather be homeless, on the sidewalk, in a cardboard box, with people who are happy, full of life and laughter than in a cold, tense place that only makes me feel alone. Have you ever wanted to just crawl inside of yourself and disappear in hopes that all of your problems will follow? The fact that locking myself alone in my room with my thoughts gives me the most comfort tells me so much. I have got to get out of here, my happiness, my sanity depends on it.