All I want is a good life.

I would give up every single thing I own in order to have a good life. My sentimental stuffed animals, my favorite video games, every single piece of art I've made. Candles, pencils, makeup brushes, my pretty lamp, my art supplies, all my devices. My dresser, my posters, my bedframe, my mattress, my limited edition merch, all my books, all my clothes, every single thing I have I would give away in order to have a good life. I don't have a lot, but what I have I cherish, and I would throw it all away for a good life.

And I don't even need a great life. Or an amazing, rich life. I don't need anything expensive. 

If I can just live a good, simple life. I keep lowering what's "good enough" because I just want the bare minimum. I just want the bare minimum of a good life and I can make do with that. If I can just get out of this place, this horrible place, that's all I want. That's all I want. That's all I want. 

And I don't think I'll ever get it.

I don't think I'll ever get those days where I can look up at the sky and see every star clearly. I don't think I'll get out on a sunny day and feel like I've made it. 

All I can do is hope, and that's not good enough. I'm giving every single thing I have to give, and it's still not enough. I'm doing everything I can, and it's still not good enough. 

I don't think I'll ever get to live a good life. Not like this, anyway.