so I have lived in 5 different places in the past 11 months.

and I gotta say it, it was kind of fun in a way but at the same time, don't ever become homeless. Depend on your self. not knowing where you'll be laying your head at night is a terrifying, thrilling, crazy feeling.

Don't ever rely on anyone but yourself, because friends these days suck.

our generation is full of bullshit people who turn right around and stab you in the back.

trust the people you love, whether its your family or not.

I lived with my mom before of course, I always have.

but that doesn't mean I ever liked it. See I have this step dad, his names Scott, large fella. Big nose and at least 9ft tall. (not really) I've known him since i was at least 6, my mom divorced my dad and then married him. He hated me and my sister, and I don't think we will ever know why. But he was indeed abusive.

What was i talking about? why I left. My mom got Vicodin for her tooth a year ago, and some went missing. Well, of course Scott was asked where it had gone, and he said I took it. So she came at me crazy, alllllll week i heard her run her mouth.

So I put my foot down, I had enough of it. It was bad enough putting up with Scott, I moved in with my boyfriend for 6 months.

that ended, so I moved in with my friend Morgan, I ended up being there a month, so I went to Florida. Iv'e stayed with friends and my sisters for weeks sometimes before and after I left. 
I don't really know what my creative writing teacher wants me to write about, 
so I'll speak the truth, but Im gonna go finish making this peacock painting.
It's good to have a home.