Dear To you who thought you had a plan,

Back when I was a student, I thought that earning my degree and getting a license meant having a place in this world-that I would finally have the chance to pull myself out of my family's troubles, even just a bit. I was wrong to think that. Now, I have earned my degree and license but still couldn't find a job. Still relying on my aunt for everything. Still stuck in this house. Stuck with an abusive father and a mother weighed down by everything. I have barely started this next chapter, yet I look like I am already at the end of it-tired, numb, paranoid, and everything related to exhaustion. As if so much time has passed. As if I have been through it all. Where do I go from here? Do I get buried before I even get the chance to step out? Will I always look only through the window? I feel nothing; perhaps I am nothing.