Ahh! here we go again. Every morning I wake up to put on the same old high school senior hoodie from 2013. Luckily the bus operator and matron are patient enough waiting for my little brother to stroll down the steps. Once he's on the bus the struggle still isn't over. Going back upstairs there is two more people that must leave the house; my mother and my younger sister. Every once and a while my mother will throw an errand in my direction such as ironing a pair of pants or something of the likes. Last but not least my young sister leaves the house at almost a quarter to eight (being late for school in the process).
I will pridefully tell you that this kind of life is pure hell. It's been this way since I was 18-19 years of age. One can only guess that being a minor comes with minimum choices. If I could trade shoes with someone else I would've.
Telling you this I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Feeling my pain wont be enough either. Thoughts and prayers aren't needed. As to having hope, I shall pass.
Whenever life gives you obstacles you make amusement parks out of them. In all due honesty I don't think that I would be the man I am today if it wasn't for this burden that has been cast upon me. I learned from my achievements and mistakes. I'm thankful for my wins and loses. All I want to be is a walking manifestation for others to follow.
Asking for much in this world is never my thing. There's only one thing I want from you and that is your undivided attention. Ahh! here we go again.- (Work from The Axis, 3/3/2019)
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