'Anonymous'

Last night I got the inspiration to write a blog. I'd been wanted to start one for a while now but didn't really know which direction I wanted to take. After reading The Giver I had so many thoughts and no one to share then with, so why not the internet. My blog will be a scrambled mess just like my life. So let me introduce myself, I'm a seventeen year old , college student. For this blog I'll remain nameless. My title diaryofahomelessgirl is true to it's name because I don't feel that I have a real home. A home is the place where one lives permanently, esp. as a member of a family or household, but to me it's more than that. It's the place where you feel safe and comfortable. The place that you come to when you've had a stressful day and just want to relax. The place where you create laughter and memories with the ones you love. I feel like I'm in a place where I'm with the ones that I love but at the same time I'm living with strangers. That's probably a little confusing so let me explain. 
Imagine living in a two bedroom apartment with five people, two of which you don't know but you are forced to live and kinda share your life with them. You eat in the same kitchen and use the same appliances. You must coexist with these people even though you may not like them and you don't know them. Now close your eyes and imagine living in a two bedroom apartment. In one room there's three beds, one for you, your mother and your sister. And in the other bedroom, there's a woman with her seven year old son. These people could be thieves or murderers; you really have no idea. Well that's my life. This may be a little confusing to understand and grasp but the more I write, the clearer it'll become. I don't feel that I have a very complicated life because I know that there are others dealing with much more than I am. With that being said I am lucky that I have a roof over my head and clothes on my back. But that doesn't mean that what I deal with doesn't get challenging at times.

-If Only . . .