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Here's to what seems to be my life since my parents gave me 18 hours and that the loneliness has become my daily life. It's now 3 months that I live alone in this van. And even if I try to do as if everything is fine, I still think that a lot of my parents asked me to leave. I thought that after a few weeks they would maybe change their life or at least learn new things. But today, we don't talk about it anymore. I think that's what makes me the most of the pain. At 18, I didn't think I'd have to learn how to manage everything as quickly. I found sleep, made attention to my money, searched for work, and tried to keep the smile even if it wasn't worth it. The day I get to focus on myself again, but the night when I close my van, I realize that I'm a person next to me. I'm free and sometimes I just want to have someone who doesn't share my life. Not for a man to save you or face you at my place. But simply to have someone with whom to eat the night, talking about my day or taking me in his arms when I'm in need. I think life is even less difficult when we're both facing each other. For the moment, I continue alone and try to keep hope. Maybe one day it won't be any more than a bad memory. I might be a home, a job, and someone who will be happy to come back to find me. I just have to keep in mind that some parts of life are really easier when we are both.