I was thinking on a picnic table near the washrooms in the park and not only was I thinking about my life, but the way I have arranged it. I twisted my everlasting loved ones and tore out there hearts by leaving my house. I knew it would happen one day all my dad and I did was argue and fight. He was an alcoholic and I was his little girl, his angel. I knew I wasn’t being treated fairly in that house I want to be an equal to my brother who is only one year older than myself. He still lives at home, he already tried moving out on his own and figured he wasn’t ready. I was and I wanted to get away from all the fighting and pain that living in that house caused all of us to loose our minds.

It is fall my birthdays coming up and hardly anyone has acknowledged this, oh well I guess it’s not as important as paying rent or going to work. Those things seem to add up, everyone’s complaining they don’t see me anymore. Maybe it’s because I’m always busy doing things making plans. I do get to hang out with everyone, just not as often as I would like to. The days are always getting shorter to me, maybe because it’s minter or maybe it’s because I’m over booking everything and my life is going to spiral downwards.

My room mates are alright they have supported my decision and think it was the right thing to do. One of them is a gamer, blonde blue eyed and a non-smoker. We, as in me and my other room mate, have set new rules in the house, like smoking outside. This rule seems to be working so far, but what about when the snow falls? I hope it sticks it’s a rule I made for brad so he wouldn’t cough up a lung every time we had a smoke in the house. It seems that all of my effort has nearly gone to waste except for cleaning and the new smoking rule. I have some power in that house but not enough for my liking, although curfew is nice.