Long story short, I moved out. I found a job, though still not enough hours to pay off my rent so I’d still have to find another one to support my living. Only now I truly understand the value of money.
Long story is, I started living with my relatives because of some circumstances. At first it went quite well, although there were a few things I didn’t really like it was alright, I slowly adapted to things around. However, as years went by, our dissimilarities began to spark even further, and it continued to escalate. I knew by then that I didn’t have any choice but to listen and follow, but it was just too hard for me. That house is technically theirs so there was nothing I could do. I know that they didn’t like my attitude, or me in fact, and I also don’t really like them. (more…)