terrifying, beautiful, wonderful wanderlust.

Over thinking and tired minds.

I stare up at my ceiling and rack over my plan for the hundredth time. Going over every possible detail. It shouldn't be this difficult. When this plan first came into play, I though I would just pack my clothes and money, run away from my tiny apartment in Seattle and my sorry excuse for a parent and hitch hike it to L.A. But I soon realized it wouldn't be that easy. I have changed my plan so many times I forget which one I'm following through with.

My father is a single parent with little to no money for anything, and a meth problem to match. We live in a run down, roach infested 1 bedroom apartment that he can barely afford. You know. With is addiction and all. I just want to get away. From him, from the gray clouds and rainy days, from this city that has become all to familiar. I need to be independent. Live for myself and only myself. I have tried to go to court to get emancipated a hand full of times but every time I try, they say I am not self supporting enough to not be controlled by my dad. Even though at 17 years old and almost half his income, I pay majority of our bills because he is not slightly responsible enough to be trusted with money. We have been kicked out of apartments more times than I could count because of him not paying rent. So I took it upon myself to keep us here, with a roof over our heads. And I also decided that if the court won't legally let me live by myself then I will take it into my own hands to see that I am rid of this place and him for good. Because I can't live in this hell hole anymore. I just need a new place to start over and take a deep breath of new air. The new air of Los Angels. The city of angels. All I need is a second chance.