I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

I assume I'll be staying with my friend in January.

At this point in my life, I need to move out. Before someone asks, "You're 27, why didn't you do it sooner?"
I wanted to. There are a couple reasons:

My mother has been sick, has no support system and I wanted to be there for her.

Also, my ex therapist used to tell me that I cannot move out of the house without a degree. Suffice to say, I believed them.

Anyway, things have gotten tense here (with my current living situation).
I'm miserable, I'm stressed, I'm unhappy (not the normal unhappiness we sometimes experience...), I can't stop thinking of hurting myself and sometimes I think I'm going to lose my mind around these repugnant leeches.

If I can't stay with my friend, I'll go back to school and get a dorm.

I don't fucking care if I have no pocket change. I need out. I need a better life, things need to change and I don't care if all I have is the shirt on my back.
I'll stay in a shelter if I have to.

I need to escape.