Sorry for the lack of any updates for the last 2 months, but this year has decided to be very brutal towards me. At the very beginning of January I was laid off from my job due to slow business and spent the rest of January looking for a replacement. On top of that because I live in California the cost of living here is so high that I cannot afford to live alone, and since I have little to no friends in real life I had to keep living with family even though I am an adult and everyday I felt like a unaccomplished loser. During my time of unemployment, my parents said that I was no longer allowed in the house between 8am to 4pm just so that my mom's unemployed boyfriend (who has not had a job in over a decade) could have "alone time" which was more or less time for him to play video games, drink, and smoke pot. Of coarse I did try my best to find a job and had days where I applied to 10 or more jobs online and had days where I felt good about myself for doing that, but when I would get home my parents would yell and cirticise me because I didn't apply to places like Target or Wal-mart. I didn't apply to those places because I knew that I could do better especially after having a taste of a real career while working as an electricain. So as the weeks went by they finally got fed up with the fact that employers did not hire me and made that seem like that was my own fault and told me that they were going to kick me out of the house regardless by the end of February. In time I did finally manage to get my dream job of working as a security officer, but even though I worked hard at the job as well as trying my best to find a room to rent (which was nothing more than rejection after rejection after rejection) my parents didn't care and kept reminding me that I was going to be kicked out by the end of the month. The more rejections I recieved for rooms, the more my parents thought that I was just saying no to renters and told me to my face that they believed that I was just trying to take advantage of them. Of coarse they didn't believe me when I told them that wasn't true because my family has a long history of always assuming the worst of me and holding all my mistakes I've made in my life against me until the situation got so bad that my own mom told me that she thinks that I don't care for anyone and that I am a bad person. As of now when I wrote this it is February 28th I am now officially homeless because I am a bad person. I am going to keep trying to find a room to rent that I can call home and when I do I will get back to writing my stories, I am deeply sorry for making anyone wait. I promise I will try and make this up to you all once I hopefully get through this ordeal.