
So i'm not too sure what to write about so i'm just going to write whatever comes to mind. Lately I've been having a really hard time trying to realize that I'm on my own. I have my own apartment (with my boyfriend of over 2 years), my own bills, and problems that I have to deal with on my own. I'm only 18 and I feel like I'm 30. It's crazy to think that I'm not at home with my mom, step dad, and my little brother, Wyatt, who is only seven years old. There's times when I sit in my own living room and just break down into tears wondering what my little brothers doing without me. This 7 year old kid is my best friend...I know..he's only 7, but when you talk to a 7 year old they listen to what you have to say. And suprisingly my little brother cares. I miss the times when I'm sad and I need somebody to talk to and my little brother would come into my room and just hold me and rub my head...its the cutest most sweetest thing ever! I could go on and on about how my little brother is the best thing that has ever happened to me, but i need to get some sleep..good night