I have heard people tell me I am strong and kind, for being so young and supporting my mom. I am weak, and the only reason I am able to wake up every morning is because I have God on my side. He is the firm rock beneath my feet. I would much rather crawl back under the covers than go to a job to make money and to watch it disappear.
I finally decided to do something for myself. I am buying a house and moving out. I believe it's a wise choice. How can I really be sure though? Is this the road I am suppose to be headed down? I like the thought of not having my mom call me at 11:50 to see if I needed to be picked up because it's late. I LOVE the thought of not having my sister come home after I have fallen asleep only to have loud conversations and wake me up. It's scary though, owning my own house so much responsibility. I will be alone, I will come home to no one.