Where am I gonna go?

So, lately, Ive been thinking about moving out and liberating myself from this house. Im not really sure why, but it's been on my mind a lot.
Maybe Im just desperate? I dont know. It's just here, at this house, it's never felt like home. Ive always felt like a guest here who's just staying a while.
I want my own place. Somewhere to live and make it my own. Mine. Something that belongs to me.
The arguing here is getting worse too. Every day it escalades. I hate it. I cover my ears and just cry. I can't stand it anymore.
I just want to leave.
When Im 18, which is still somewhat far away, I need to leave.
But here are the problems,
No money,
No where to go.
I have only guy friends, and it would be weird to live with one of them.
Nick will be hours away.

Im just going to have to live in a refridgerator box until I get some sort of income.
Somehow. . .