Again...
Here I am again... another night alone, crying. I'm so overly stressed, it's insane. I don't know what to do. I might become homeless again. I'm freaking out. We have like 15 days left, and nothing is packed, and we have nowhere to go yet. I have tried to help, but my help just gets pushed to the side and I get yelled at for bothering. What am I supposed to do? This effects me too! I'm trying so hard to help, but nobody cares. I'm so scared. I can't stand the thought of being homeless ... not again. It's the worst feeling in the world... not to have somewhere to call home. Even in a temporary situation, it breaks my heart. Just when things were getting so much better, we have to move. Why can't my parents be the normal kind of parents who pay the rent on time and look for a place to live instead of going out with their friends? When did I become the parent? It's not okay for me to be the only one trying and worrying. My head is about to pop from the stress. I'm considering picking up a couple extra jobs to try to make ends meet, but the thing is... how am I going to live? I'm so tired after my one job as it is. I don't know if I can handle it. Lately, I've been in the kind of moods where I wish I had someone I could just call and cry to at 3AM when I'm still not able to sleep... like now. I lose so much sleep over all this stress that I'm actually physically ill. I keep praying for relief, but maybe I don't deserve it. Maybe this is a test. I don't know. All I know is that every day that passes by makes me a bit weaker than the one before. God, please help me, as you have so many times before. I put my faith in you to help me now.. as I need You more than ever.
To my friends: Please pray for me.... as I have done, and continue to do, all the time. I really need it this time you guys.
To my friends: Please pray for me.... as I have done, and continue to do, all the time. I really need it this time you guys.