A majority of my life I've spent in my room. I go to school there, made "friends" there, sleep there and eat there. And you may ask: Dont your parents make you come out, or tell you not to eat in your room. Answer is....No, they don't. See my dad drowns himself in alcoholic beverages so he only comes up long enough to complain about our living situation, even though he's not trying to get a job to fix it. My mom on the other hand shes always busy paying bills and teaching me all while working 2 jobs, I admire her hardwork unlike my dad shes trying and thats all I could ever ask for.
Everyday I wake up, brush my teeth and wash my face, do my hair, eat, learn, eat, learn, eat, then go to sleep hoping that tommorow my day will change just a little bit. Truth is I can hope and wish all I want, but my day is going to remain the same, stuck in this trailer home with a drunk and a textbook.