My Poetry

I'm Done.

I'm so tired of living in this house.

My brother touches my shit without asking.

Has his friends in my room.

Leaves his shit laying wherever he fucking wants.

Then there's my dad.

Doesn't support me.

Doesn't think I can handle the big tough decisions that I'll have to make in life by moving.

I'm just done.

I can't wait until these next 6 months are up.

I'll have my degree, I'll have my savings stocked up to my goal and ...

I'LL BE FUCKING HAPPY AGAIN!

What do they not understand?

I'm no longer happy here. I never wanted to move away.

I wanted to stay in one place.

I'm done.

I'm done trying to please everyone. 

I'm only going to do what I think is right for me and if I make a terrible decision, so be it.

I'm done.