May 03, 2008 16:18
I feel like a complete stranger in my own house. I am no longer living in my bedroom, which I have grown to love since second grade. It is being painted because we are getting the house ready to sell. So now I am living in my sisters vacant room, which doesnt feel right at all. I have no car and I feel trapt here. I have no escape. I am either at work or home with my mother who is driving me absolutly insane. when it comes down to it.. I need my own place again! I have no place to go, no privacy no life for myself. I only have been home for a month and im being bitched at about how dirty my walls are with dust. i dont spend any time in there! Im always working my fucking ass off. I am right back where I was before I went off to college. back as the little girl who gets repremanded by her parents. I hate this, why did I leave LA? What did I do to myself, and what did I get myselg in to. was it all worth leaving?