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Its been hard ever since we were evicted and i understand that alot of people have it worse than me but its been hard. Some days are better than others but then their these hard days. I live with dad and have been ever since weve been evicted but ive also kinda been bouncing around. I stay at my dads for awhile then my mom wants me to visit her and i go over and stay for awhile then my friend wants me to stay with her for awhile cause she missed me and i love hanging out with her and i love my mom and dad but i juat dont like the bouncing around. Then ive been with my dad for almost a year now and me and my brother dont even haveboutbown room. His now wife but a bed in their spare room where the dog kennels are and that where i sleep and my brother sleeps on the floor. I use to be the one who slept on the floorband my brother slept in the bed but he got him a Playstation and wants to sleep on the floor so he can play his game qhenever and dosent disturb me whenni sleep. Its hard because sometimes for weeks at a time i just live out of my backpack and people laugh and makes jokes. Ask why i need such a big bag and make jokes that i live out of my bag but sometimes i do. Then i finally get back to my dads unpack my clothes and wash them then i for a little feel good cause im not bouncing around but i just miss haveing a permanent place to sleep. I miss being with my mom and annoying brothers. Then i talk about getting my own place but people dont think i should and im scared of the idea too but i want want my room room and a closet to hang my clothes. I want my own place to call home again. Everything that im doing now feels temporary and some days it really takes a toll on my mental health.