Dear Diary.

I still love my parents no matter how messed up they are because I understand them and I know they are trying.

Also because I’m not perfect either. I’m a mess too.

I always keep them in my prayers and try to help and explain.

But I don’t know, we get lost in translation all the time.

We aren’t really compatible, you know?

I really feel I would be able to appreciate and love them better if I could place some distance between us.

Now I suffer and compromise way too much.

Even though things have improved drastically, it’s still not better and it will never be, as long as we are living together.

If only I had some money, most of our problems will end, if not all.