My four year romance

Honestly. I’m almost twenty and here I am, stone-cold and my heart is aching more than an eighty-year-old’s bones. I’m so tired of being dependent upon my parents for everything, and I’m tired of trying and trying and not getting much more than nothing done in terms of independence from the hell hole that’s my family. I really just don’t want to be with that horrendous household anymore. My lab partner today saw me reveal something that I am still super surprised about admitting to someone, let alone him. I told him a few vague details outlining my situation, and the dude even offered his home to me when he learned that I’ve basically been living between classes, work, and coffee shops for the past month.

I cried last night when I was coming home from the cafe to sleep for a few chance hours. I was listening to an Evanescence song, which didn’t help (haha), but I honestly would probably have cried anyway just because of how much my life sucks at home. I honestly have been living anywhere that I can, and am still seriously considering getting a moped when I get my paycheck next week, or after I two more paychecks.

I’m so excited yet so nervous about Tim. I don’t exactly know what I want from this, but I really think that he is a definite possibility. All I know is that I will protect whatever chance I have with him … and just him alone from my terrible family. I will do anything to protect my happiness. I would rather die than not doing so.