So im back at home, For the first time in 3 years. It almost feels like a step backwards, being that i have been on my own since i was 16. I don't know. So far so good, Chilling with my siblings is really great. Transit to work sucks. My parents are sweet for the time being. Im just hoping by living here i won't feel it nessesary to party -- all the time. And get in to trouble with booze and drugs and boys and --mainly boys. And work, Maann, I work 6 days a week and live in the south. I don't have time to get in to trouble. I just really need to get my head on straight, And i tried everything expect this and im running out of time and options. SO here i am. Sitting in my PARENTS basement. It's very different for me. I will live here for a few months, Save money, And then im gone. Today i looked at apartment's in Victoria to get a price range, Leaving is feeling more and more real the more i seriously plan for it. That means the end of --- everything -- for real this time. Im super emotional these days, actually for the last 2 weeks... Im unsure of the reason, But i would imangine it has something to with the situation, Anyone who knew me when i was 16-17 know's how fucked it is that im living at home again. After all of that -- drama that was my life. And it was my fault. Fuck, Everything is my fault. Brain>Heart.
This is my little sister, Grace. She is 5, Almost 6. And she is 1/3 reasons i wake up everyday. Being around her more often makes me want to be a better person. You have to be better when a 5 year old looks up to you. And i love her for that.
