When life throws things your way, usually you deal with it. Like when my grandparents ran out of money and came to live with us. You still deal with it. When you move five times. You still deal. Because all in all, when it really comes down to the end; No-one cares. The only reason someone would even think that this happens is if you told them. I'm not saying I'm special or that I deserve more than the guy next to me, or less than the guy in front of me. I just want someone to know that struggling to get out of bed because you know that all that is in wait for you is the fact that you will do the same goddamn thing every day for the next seven years if you include college. I'm not blaming anyone but myself. But wow, great job in individualism society... Add Comment |