I dreamed of a better day last night, but then I awoke to my own personal hell again. Stuck in the same depressing place for yet another day. I fantasize about the day I can move back into my own place. The day I can get the hell out of this place finally. Right now I'm sitting here wondering how much longer it'll be. How much longer for the looks the stares the comments the attitude the front the lack of privacy the constant reminder of living in a dark hot ass basement when does it stop?? I dream it will. During the day the daydream makes me work harder. I work until I clock out thinking okay if I make this amount tonight I can pay this or that tomorrow and be closer to leaving. But it's never enough. I feel like my mind is swimming through blackness and I just wish that there was something I could do to instantly change my life.