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RANT:
So many things in this world I don't understand. I don't get why I am blessed with love and good things, while others are sitting in the cold, greatful they are rather their than being in a abusive home. Who decided who should get it easy, and who is just destined to suffer and never get any farther ahead, no matter how hard they try. I sit in a home filled with parents who love me more than I could ever imagine, unyet I still complain about inconsequential things which do not really matter. Others are in homes filled with alcoholics and abusers who with nothing more than to beat their children up and sit on their asses. God, if your out there, what the hell are you thinking? Who the fuck gave you the right to say who should win and who should loose. This is overcoming me with tears, perhaps because my day has already been shit, and yet when I think why it has been so bad, I become so guilty. But do I even have the right to be guilty? I have been given so much so easily, shouldn't I be walking around with a permanent smile slapped across my face? These questions should have easy answers. My optimistic tendencies are suddenly starting to be farther and lesser from the truth, my maturity is kicking in and I am realizing the perfection people are looking for will never exist. From now on I promise never to complain, never to feel sorry for myself, never look sad. Fuck right, like that will ever happen.
So many things in this world I don't understand. I don't get why I am blessed with love and good things, while others are sitting in the cold, greatful they are rather their than being in a abusive home. Who decided who should get it easy, and who is just destined to suffer and never get any farther ahead, no matter how hard they try. I sit in a home filled with parents who love me more than I could ever imagine, unyet I still complain about inconsequential things which do not really matter. Others are in homes filled with alcoholics and abusers who with nothing more than to beat their children up and sit on their asses. God, if your out there, what the hell are you thinking? Who the fuck gave you the right to say who should win and who should loose. This is overcoming me with tears, perhaps because my day has already been shit, and yet when I think why it has been so bad, I become so guilty. But do I even have the right to be guilty? I have been given so much so easily, shouldn't I be walking around with a permanent smile slapped across my face? These questions should have easy answers. My optimistic tendencies are suddenly starting to be farther and lesser from the truth, my maturity is kicking in and I am realizing the perfection people are looking for will never exist. From now on I promise never to complain, never to feel sorry for myself, never look sad. Fuck right, like that will ever happen.