rocket crayon

So I’m going to be moving out of my parents house soon because I feel like I need the room. I live in a three bedroom, one bathroom house with seven other people and a huge dog. I need elbow room. I haven’t had my own room for twelve years and I feel like now is a good time to do this. 

I feel like my parents aren’t supportive of my decisions at all. Whenever I try to talk about it they don’t look at me and just try to avoid it. I’d tell them why I want to leave, but I feel like they’d just yell at me if I tell them how I feel and the truth about how terrible it is to live with so many goddamn people in a tiny house. It’s like they’re not even trying to help me get a car, which I so desperately need. They’re the ones with the papers and they’re the ones who know what to do in the first place when it comes to getting a car. 

I just don’t know what to do when it comes to this kind of stuff. I’m their oldest kid and I don’t think they know how to deal with it either. 

I’m just not feeling very good right now. Graduation’s coming up and everything is going to change.