Sometimes I get so miserable living in this house.

This wasn’t what I expected. Even though people tell me that I should have expected this. Trying to sleep through what seems like a rave downstairs is not the business. I can’t wait to move out of this place and live with people who have the same mindset as me. I need to live with people who want to get ahead fast. People who want to get out of SC and start their career. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m not into the whole having fun thing… I’m down for having fun on weekends. But it’s a Tuesday night… I have to wake up early tomorrow for my tutoring session and I can’t even sleep through this crap. I’m so tired of this lifestyle. I’m ready for my future. I want to be working hard at my career, helping people, and traveling. I want to do something to change the world. I want to do something to help the homeless. One of my housemates is 28 years old but acts like he’s younger than me. That’s motivation for me to grow the fuck up.