updateee

So I just found out today that my mom is pregnant. I feel bad for not feeling super ecstatic, I'd love a new sibling, but that isn't the problem. If my mom decided to have the baby, I'd support her and love them unconditionally. The problem is, I'm the oldest of five kids. Yup. Five. My mom had me very young, so if my mom were to have it, we'd be 20 years apart. lol. The problem really isn't the fact that my mom has five kids, it's that we're a family of seven renting a two bedroom house. Up to this point in life I've never had privacy, or space, or respect for my belongings. I've always had to share everything, and I feel like I'm suffocating here. If it were up to me I would've moved a long time ago, but cmon, the lowest rent in LA is like 2,500 for a studio, and I don't even have a job. Not that I haven't looked everywhere for one. Plus, I'm going to school. That's my priority. I'm just stressed out is all.