No Home

One time I was up north at my grandma’s camper, and she was packing up to leave. I was supposed to be with my dad the whole weekend, but I wanted to be in a camper that had heat. My grandparents pulled up in their car to say goodbye. I didn’t want them to leave. I felt like crying. It was weird,  knowing that I lived right next door to them.
When I got home I cried.
Last weekend the same thing happened. I really didn’t want to leave, and when I got home and heard my step-dad and mom screaming at each other, I went and my room. AND CRIED.

Why? It’s because I realized how much I don’t want to live in that house with those messed up people. I wanted to live in a place where I could be myself and not get yelled at. Not get put down. And not get pressured.

Another things to add to my DREAMS list.

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