I feel like I have nothing left. I wish I wasn’t born poor because I feel like everyday I’m just watching everyone have so much fun and enjoy things and I’m just stuck. I want money so I can have my own place. I don’t want to live with a man who would try to send my dog to the pound in my sleep. I don’t want to be watched on cameras as if I did something wrong. I don’t want to feel trapped in a place I should be calling home. I’ve been living with my mom even after I graduated but she couldn’t afford the apartment we had anymore so now I’m living with family and I know I’m so lucky to even have a roof over my head but I’ve never felt worse in my entire life. My mom is the only thing I have and I feel so bad for being alive. I feel guilty every time I get hungry and she has to find a way to get food. Or when I complain about our situation and make her sad that she can’t fix it. I’m so jealous of what others have. I just want to be happy for one day. Just one.