We need a place to live.
We’re not homeless, but any concept of home I had was destroyed the moment I turned on Saraland Circle. I have to be honest though. If it were just us? Saraland Circle might as well be Beverly Hills. I laughed when I thought that I’d rather live with you in the ruins of a charred house down the street instead of here.
We need a place to truly live. Not in a 10x10 room, still half packed. You deserve more. I deserve more. Fuck every last obstacle that is in front of me. My brain may be haywired and I cannot fully open my jaw, but I will not live a child’s life.
I feel like it’s key. It’s paramount to all of the dreams that I’ve had for the past two and a half years.
This house depresses me.
And it’s fucking slanted.
