We have absolutely no money.
We won’t be able to pay our room-mate rent this week.

But, for the first time
In a long time.

I feel that my life is less hectic.
I feel less stressed and more loved.

All because the room isn’t messy.
It isn’t dirty.

I’m getting along with my husband.
Most of my family.
All of my friends.

And it feels great.

We still can’t afford gas.
The world’s going to hell.
People want to kill us.
People hate us.

But, I’m young, in love, and happy.
For once.

But, I still miss you grandpa.