So last weekend something happened. I hadn’t expected it I happen. On Saturday I got kicked out of my house for stupid reasons I can’t control.
At this point I’m again so overwhelmed. Yes I have some place to stay, but at the same time I don’t know how much more of this shit I can deal with. I’m sick of bouncing around, and at 16 it’s something I shouldn’t have to do. However that fault goes to my parents for not handling their shit and being responsible.
I’m a little lost right now. I don’t know what to do. I have a boyfriend but I feel like he won’t be around much longer an I hate that. I really care about him, and I hate doing that. Caring about people. Because people leave.