I'm not exactly living with my friend right now, I'm living with my grandmother. Of course, my living conditions didn't work to well when I was living with my mother at the time, when I left my father's; after he hit me on my head.

Of course, my mother kicked me out of her shitty small apartment over dishes. REALLY?! DISHES!!! Pathetic. It shows how much your kids can be fully grown than an actual adult. But, her boyfriend had to come into the picture, and put his hands on me! I don't understand the concept of the reason why men should put their hands on women. It's not fair for us or even legal. No presses were charged on him, but I've seen my mother's true colors on how they "need" each other. I also can't give too much information out like this but, my mother did leave my sister and I when we were younger. Over her boyfriend, drugs, ect. But, she's starting to get back on track of it again, and my sister and I don't agree with any of it, at all.

So now, I'm living my life with my grandmother. Thinks are a lot greater here than what I'd expect it. Plus, the house is clean 24/7, I'm mostly independent here than at my living conditions with my father, and I'm an equal adult here. I know I seem to be too old to be living with my grandmother, but she needs the help. She's not getting lucky with the people who live on the strip of road she shares (robberies, burglaries, ect.), so this is why I'm here; to protect her, and watch her dog. I don't mind her company at all, and she enjoys mine, always. We get along great, and she spoils me too much. And I know things will be good for the both of us.