I slowly started to give up. I quit my job and started to fall behind on rent. My dad evicted me because I was two months behind. My brother graciously let me stay on his couch. This is when I found out my mother was on meth. I gave up a lot to help her out of this. It took a long time but she’s now six months clean. We got an apartment together. There’s been plenty of ups and downs along with her bum alcoholic boyfriend in the mix. I stopped working again and began sleeping all day every day. My car was repossessed and I’m about to file for bankruptcy. It’s nowhere near perfect but I’m thankful for what I do have. I’m almost done with my real estate courses so I’m hopeful this will drastically improve my situation. Even though I gave up multiple times in the past three years I remain here throughout it all. So, is that really considered giving up? I’m hopeful for my future. I’m incredibly impatient for change. I hold on because I want to. Because I envision what my future will look like. Because I can feel it in my blood. I always seem to bounce back from it all so I will continue on. I’ll stay because I can. Because I want to.
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