Her words cut so deep. It doesn't matter what she says. It doesn't matter if she's trying to look out for me or drive me crazy. She has cut so deep so many times that no matter what, she hurts me. I feel my eyes swell up with tears and my heart beat faster. I feel my body shake and fight off my anxiety. I feel trapped in a room too small for me. No way out, I have to stay put. She can't keep me forever though, and I've vowed to count down the days until I can run away. Will it help? No. I'll still hurt. I'll still cry at night about my broken family and how I feel like I have nothing and no one. It'll be better in the sense that I don't have to deal with her, the adjustment will just be hard though because I don't like change. I've been tossed around too much. Had to live out of a duffle bag too many times. All I've ever wanted was to have a place that felt like home. A place where I could keep my things and stay. A place where I felt like I belonged. I've been chasing that feeling since I...