I am so restless at this point of my life. I feel so close, yet so far away from getting the things that I want.
I hate not having my own space. I hate living where I live. I hate not having many options. I want Emma to have more. I'm ready to correct the mistakes that I have made these past few years.
I shouldn't have moved here and became so dependent on my parents.
I had a home, a life in Ohio.
I want all that back so bad. Moving here was for other peoples' reasons, and none of my own.
I'm ready to be selfish. To think of only me and Emma.