Like really, really sick.
And only occasionally do I have pity parties for myself, (my Aunt always said to set aside 30 minutes and no more to let it all out and then move on) so this isn't a pity party. I just think that some people are so incredibly fortunate in life and live their dreams because they are handed to them by others.
Part of me feels torn between feeling resentful and jealous, and another for feeling a sense of accomplishment that there are some things I've had to fight through to get. All the while falling flat on my face numerous times.
"It builds character," well some people have a lot of catching up to do then. It will only be harder for them later in life when they realize the true concept of shit happens.
Because those people are so caught up in themselves they don't enjoy the super small things that make me happy. Like picking this awesome tomato and eating it, remembering the times my grandma made me tomato sandwiches growing up.
And I want to get a "It's BO time" sticker.
Here is some interesting facts on life:
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