If Only It Could Come True

All I ever wanted in my life was to be happy but there's always something holding me back. Mainly it's my home life that keeps me from achieving this. Even though I'm away at college, I still get dragged into what's going on there. I hate where I live. I'm so sick of living in my uncle's basement. Nine years is enough. I'm done with being in fear of coming home. I'm done with being ignored and neglected by my family that lives there. I'm done with being treated like I'm a worthless nobody. This is why my dream is to have a place of my own. I always imagined myself living in a quaint little studio apartment. In my apartment will be all my personal belongings that are my inspiration. I would enjoy not hearing all the constant yelling and threats to be evicted out of his house. I would think to myself, I can control this aspect of my life. I can determine whether or not I'm going to continue to live here. It would be the one stable thing in my life besides my boyfriend. The only problem of course is that I have no money. I work two jobs now but there's no way I could pay rent with the little amount of money I make. I can barely afford to pay my cellphone bill every month. I just want a place of my own. I place that I can call my home sweet home. I stay hopeful that something happens where I am able to do this. All we can do is hope for a better future.

18-21, F
Feb 7, 2010