I’ve been staying at home for three weeks already, I don’t want to go out. I don’t know what I want from my life. I have no goal, no plans and hopes. I got used to live the day, but now even this day doesn’t make me feel happy.
I have so many problems right now. I have no money. The rented car is broken, and I have to pay for it and I cannot work without it. Yesterday, mom complained that she needs money. She is sick again, but we cannot afford this medication. Last week the owner of our house, where we live right now, wanted to clear us from the apartment. We barely managed to find money for rent, so not to stay on the street again.
For almost three months, I’ve been writing this blog, telling my story, which I've never shared with anyone. They say it’s better for me this way, it would help me to socialize, but I don’t find it helpful. For couple of days I was thinking of what to write, but all my thoughts are about daily problems. It seems that I have nothing to say anymore. I guess this is my last post.
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