Frustrating
I get frustrated. I dont think things are worthless, but time starts affecting me different
when I see how things can be better. I struggled all my life for a taste of what it means
to be successful, but all that did was make me feel worse. Now I gotta take care of things;
it's hard being the youngest and people looking at you for what has to be done. It hurts going
against myself; I wanna be selfish but I dont wanna see them homeless. They work hard.
We all do. I guess I gotta just keep it pushing. 2 legs. 2 arms. Nothing terminal. So I guess
mental stress is better than 90% of peoples lives. Even if im in the top 10%, im in the bottom
10% too. 3 busses to school and ambition only taught me it never lets up, so dont hold
your hand out waiting for water that only comes when it rains.
Im Inspired by my Ma. She did what she had to to give us the bare minimum. I won't
allow anything to become a burden for her. She didn't deserve the position she was put in,
maybe I don't either; But I won't let her suffer regardless.
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