I was really fucked over from the start.

I remember being young and living off of section 8. We had our own home, paid rent easily, and I even had my own room. That lasted till I was maybe 5-7 years old, then shit happened and we got removed from section 8 and now we are three people living in one room. My dad only makes 30k, three people surviving off of 30k is an absolute nightmare, and to top it off we live in a hcol area. The stress of not knowing where we’ll be in the next few years and knowing my dad has no retirement plans makes me so sad and angry. I often contemplate just ending it all because I can’t do this anymore. The fear of being put on the streets is so consuming I can’t even enjoy things that a 17 year old should be enjoying. I’m so tired of being poor. It’s all I’ve known for years now. I have no idea how I’m gonna get out of this. Edit: I should’ve clarified- the three people are my dad, my 12 yo sister, and me.