Life's been kicking my ass.
I haven't broken down to tears yet.
The realities of reality is really overwhelming. I have to work to pay rent, work to pay off debt, work to eat, work to drive and drive to work, work to have fun, work because I've been cursed with an addiction of shopping. I have to work just to be able to work. All this hard work and I have nothing to show at the end of the month.
I've hardly been emerged into what most people consider the "real world". It's still kicking my ass.
I'm so glad I cut things out of my life.
Otherwise, I'd be broken.
It's liberating.
