it hurts to be around people around who are constantly tired, screaming at you, nit-picking every single detail in how you live your life, making you feel like shit.
it hurts to watch people grow mad so easily, and impatient, and work from dawn til dusk, forgetting what it’s like to have a sit-down dinner all together every night.
it hurts to be worrying about the journey to get home, and whether you’ll get mugged or jumped tonight instead of your homework.
it hurts to realize that no one notices your accomplishments, even though you earned all of them with little to no help.
it hurts to hear that you are perpetually labeled lazy, even though you exhaust yourself working day in, day out.
it hurts—
that your life is in shambles, and the people you love who were once happy no longer cares about the same things they cared about before. people are forced into ridiculous choices sometimes for the sake of survival. they are forced into difficult choices, like leaving the country that gave breath to your life, and saying goodbye to the hugs and smiles of the people that raised you since birth. it hurts that my parents made that choice, and i had to watch the consequences.
it hurts to this day, and it hurts to remember..especially when you see it happen to someone else.
note to self, it hurts, so do your best to heal, and move forward. you’ve weathered through so much that you have nowhere else to go but rise UP.
[if you haven’t talked to me today, you probably won’t get this post. but this is posted on here because i can’t find my memoir notebook. peace.]
