Poverty Sucks.

I live in a house for free but that doesn't buy my food. It also doesn't buy my family back. I assume I'm a disgrace at this point. I've started to steal than ask for more money from my family. I thought moving here would bring me closer to them. I was so fucking wrong.

Nightmares...

I was warned they would come later. Later is now. I don't sleep that much any more. I will fall asleep for an hour and wake up to him screaming. I look around and he's not here but he is. People don't understand that all of the nightmares actually happened. I just chose to forget. Mistake. There is no amount of sleeping pills or booze to take me down. I've tried...it doesn't work. I'm terrified what I will remember next.

I don't want to be here.

Texas. June 5th will be a year. I was promised so many things to move back home. That shit didn't happen. They wanted me here to watch over all their crap. Now, I will sell their crap.