I don't know where to start. The paint was chipping, bricks were falling out of our chimney, every single day of winter we had to bundle up with every blanket in our house. The worst was the lack of food. My parents could pay the electrical and water bills, but nothing else. Every now and then we would get a greasy meal from the fast food place down the street, but that wasn't filling at all. I wish I could escape this world I live in now and find somewhere that's so much better. Where I don't have to worry about people trying to take things from my house in the middle of the night for money for their heroin fix. Just to live without this fear that one day I won't have any more parents, I will have to live on my own. I hope to acheive something great in my life, even something little that doesn't matter. I just want to put a meaning behind myself. I just want to be free and prosper.