Things just got a little worse. My fiance and I were staying with his parents because of bad debt and needing to save up for our own place. Well, I just got kicked out. He didn't but still doesn't want to stay without me there.

You know, I don't even know why. Hell, I wasn't even told directly. But I'm sure whatever the reason, they're probably right. I don't really care anymore. I'm used to it, I'm used to being the burden no one wants around. It's okay. I don't really want me around either.

As far as I know, the reason it's just me and not my fiance who's also kicked out, is because I'm "not hers" - his mom. I know they're not my family. I just wish they hadn't lied and said I was "one of theirs".

So this means I'm back to living with my dad. Doesn't even sound good in theory, really. Especially considering I'm going right back to the environment I barely got away from. But hey, at least it's my family. Mine. Not some posers pretending to give a ****. I'm grateful for what my fiance's parents have done for me, though.

Life goes on, right? Could be worse.