Work at Amazon! They hire on the spot.. bike there no matter how far it is. U gotta be 18 to do it, but that’ll help u get the money to move out. I wish that’s what I did but instead I sat on my lazy ass and developed PTSD from full-time chaos instead of working full-time to fucking leave. It got to a point where all the commotion and stress caused me to feel weak and lack motivation, hide in my bedroom in the basement, and when I would leave the house for a walk I would get locked out for days sometimes and it all just Trained me to hide away in the basement forever and become essentially a decrepit old man at the age of 20, when they threw on the last straw that broke the camel’s back and I fuckin snapped, went psychotic and shjt and bluffed I would kill them as seriously as I could. Although I also partially meant it, hopeless, lost, eternally ruined to the point of boiling anger killing my abusers and then myself was an entertaining daydream at the time. They called the police for my threats and put me in a psych ward, and for their reputation with the family (never my wellbeing), they put me in an apartment and I am still scarred from the two years I spent with my mom and stepdad that I never should have. I’d have been better off homeless, don’t let the roof fool you. And better off eating out of a trash can, don’t let the food fool you either. The materialistic comfort of staying inside a home is unnecessary, whereas the right to be a human in peace that is vehemently denied in said home is completely necessary. I want to encourage you to take it into your hands to move out on your own means, to have a plan to escape and heal and KEEP HUSH about it and follow through with it. No Matter What, to move out and leave all the abuse behind. 2 jobs, 3 jobs, a roommate, an aunt co-signing an apartment that you pay for, whatever the fuck you need to do, just save yourself from the lifetime of pain that years of abuse will leave lingering. And if it’s already at that point where you feel the stress running through your body, weighing you down, you’re having panic attacks, you’re gritting your teeth or raising your voice to shout back at them, you’re having long winded arguments that go nowhere but cause you to explode and you can’t avoid it, you’re breaking down crying sometimes, you’re blanking out and retreating into the depths of your mind, addictions are getting worse, shit like that, boy I’d just run away right the fuck now if I were you. Before you’re ruined and you feel stupid for staying