There’s a difference between moving out and being kicked out. Moving out is wanting to leave a certain place, being evicted is the opposite. You have to pack all your things that you've collected over the years, baby clothes, books, movies, and the memories, Unwilling. The last day of 10th grade, I was on the phone and my mother came into the house and told me to clean my room. My response was I have all summer to clean it, well apparently I only had four days to clean my entire house and pack up and relocate.
I thought leaving would make me miss the wallpaper, miss the peach bathroom and miss the disgusting dark basement.
I ended up hating the wallpaper, the peach bathroom and the basement.. I hated the memories.. I hated the walls that …show more content…
Everyone kept asking if I was okay. The stress got to me I barely talked to anyone. This past year I've worked on what defines me and my depression issues and have a boyfriend that helps me with my confidence and my goals.
I didn't think I would get over that fact I was evicted from my house.
I felt as it defined me as a person. I didn't tell anyone but my best friend. I felt embarrassed.. It is very embarrassing to not have your bills payed by yourself or your parent.
Parents are suppose to take and support their kids.. A family friend Judy wrote on my sister's status on Facebook basically telling everyone we were evicted. It's just social media but people talk. People don't mind their own business these days. When I moved into my dads trailer I barely saw him or my sister Jenn who was living with my mom and myself before. We both stayed in the living room, her on the couch and me on a mattress on the floor.
I felt depressed everyday.
Then my dad and his wife got a house and I moved in there with them. I barely moved from my bed that month before school.
I hibernated. I slept and stayed in my room listening to music. They begged me to leave my room and join them at dinner, or the
I thought leaving would make me miss the wallpaper, miss the peach bathroom and miss the disgusting dark basement.
I ended up hating the wallpaper, the peach bathroom and the basement.. I hated the memories.. I hated the walls that …show more content…
Everyone kept asking if I was okay. The stress got to me I barely talked to anyone. This past year I've worked on what defines me and my depression issues and have a boyfriend that helps me with my confidence and my goals.
I didn't think I would get over that fact I was evicted from my house.
I felt as it defined me as a person. I didn't tell anyone but my best friend. I felt embarrassed.. It is very embarrassing to not have your bills payed by yourself or your parent.
Parents are suppose to take and support their kids.. A family friend Judy wrote on my sister's status on Facebook basically telling everyone we were evicted. It's just social media but people talk. People don't mind their own business these days. When I moved into my dads trailer I barely saw him or my sister Jenn who was living with my mom and myself before. We both stayed in the living room, her on the couch and me on a mattress on the floor.
I felt depressed everyday.
Then my dad and his wife got a house and I moved in there with them. I barely moved from my bed that month before school.
I hibernated. I slept and stayed in my room listening to music. They begged me to leave my room and join them at dinner, or the