A terrible sense of dread washes over me. I clutch at my pillow in the hope that the feeling will clear. At this point, I don't know what I am doing with my life. I live the truest definition of day to day. Very little of my life has any prospects for the future. Scrounging enough money to eat and pay bills. But soon even that won't be enough. Will I have to go back home with my tail between my legs? Can I find a way to live, not just exist? I need to live and stay right here.