I want to get a house of my own in the county I live in. For as long as I could remember I hated my life and myself. But when I quit my last job and was at home waiting on callbacks for jobs I realized it's not me! Living with my parents was alot of why I've been so depressed for all these years. They are emotional moochers.
Yes I live at home for free. Yes I pay my OWN bills and wash my own clothes with the detergent I buy. I also give my parents $130 for grocieries and I pay the $190 cell bill including other expenses that pop up, yet they say and imply im hateful or my depressions in my head when I don't agree with them or do something they don't like. I'd rather eat Ramen noodles and cans of tuna for the rest of my life to afford a house of my own than live with them a few more years. It's to the point this home I grew up in doesn't feel like home- its just a house with people that sucks out any kind of happiness I try to get.