Frustrated

I keep crying my frustration out, but it just keeps finding its way back. I applied for a couple of jobs already, and if I happen to get a call back for any of them, I already planned ahead. Save money. Move out. Because I can't deal with living in this house anymore. My family's not a family. The people I used to be close to have drifted so far away from me, especially my sister. Nothing's the same. I miss it, but there's only so much I can do. Every day, it seems to get worse, and every day, I feel like there's no way to fix things. The one person that's been helping me keep my head up is my boyfriend, Dane, who has always been the best friend that I've needed in order to get by. He helps me do just that and more. And getting by is just something I need to do for now, because once I'm out of here, I'll be fine. The people in this house just hold me back, and I'm ready to leave.