The last for months of my life was spent in a transitional women's shelter called the Needham house. Though today, I signed papers for my apartment. I'm so excited. Though my job has ended since it was a 3 month internship yet I'm going to finish cosmetology school and get my cosmetology license. So much is happening yet somehow I am staying together. My dad's house burnt down not even a year after it flooded and I'm here all alone asking where is my family Though all this pain is temporary. Everything is going to be okay. Soon these journals I write for my gaiaonline account could help someone else. I am only 19 years old and have no parents helping me. Yet I keep telling myself everything is going to be okay.