I need a diary

I don't know who to rant to about this. And I don't know who to cry to. I don't want to bother people and make them feel upset knowing there aren't that many people who care about me as much as I care about them. I don't want to be homeless again. I don't want to not have a good friend. I don't want to be alone. I'll I'm looking for is a place called home.

Once again, my family is getting evicted. We didn't get the house up the street and have no back up plan. I don't know where to go, who to go to, or what to do with my life. This is making college very difficult and my house has collapsed to a field filled with rage and emotion. When no one is around I can hear Heather and Hooks fighting up stairs about how they need us out of the house and how we're horrible people. I guess this means I don't deserve a home.

It's been so long since I've lived in a house, a fucking common thing that people take for granted. I miss privacy and the feeling of having a home, and the last time I had that feeling was when I was dating Maxi. She was the only thing in the past two years that has made me feel at all at home, and she's already fucking gone. Now the basement, the place I live that doesn't even give me that feeling, is being taken away. What is this cruel life I lead and why me? What have I done that I deserve a situation that is most likely to flunk me out of college.

I need a place to live basically, and I have no idea where to go. I might as well just leave and never come back, because from the looks of it - this cycle is never going to end. I wasn't intended to have a home, or love, or happiness. The only thing that I've loved that hasn't hurt me is music, and once I lose that - I might as well kill myself, because then I will have nothing left to live for...