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Friday, November 30, 2012

You're mad.

You're mad at the world because you can't have what you want. What you fail to realize is that the world doesn't owe you a single thing; it was here first.

You think to yourself, out of the billions of people on the planet, hundreds of thousands of them serial killers, or rapists, or robbers, or mad cannibals, the universe conspires to give you the shittiest days known to man. You don't even see how millions of these people, most of them children, are dying of starvation, or victims of abuse by their own parents, or spending Christmases and their birthdays on the streets.

You feel like it's the end of the world because your internet connection is weak, and your phone is running out of charge, and your parents flat out refuse to buy you the latest iPad model, and your teachers give assignments and quizzes all at once. Somewhere in the world, someone's biggest wish is to finish his or her studies. Someone struggles to pay his way through college, to be able to afford a sick parent's medication, selling whatever gadgets they have left for a little something to eat, to get them through the day.

You look in the mirror and you hate what you see. You're too fat. You're not pretty enough. Your hair never falls in place and you'd do anything to change what you are, when what you really should be changing is the way you look at things. Beauty, popularity, money. These things matter to you now, but in 5 or 10 years' time, what you'd be thinking about are the things you wish you'd said, the moments that slipped from your hands, and the people you wish you'd asked to stay.

You shy away from people and keep your feelings to yourself because you're a little bit different. You're a boy, and you like boys, or you're a girl, and you like girls. You're ashamed because you think there's something wrong with you, but what you really should be ashamed of is the fact that you're letting society dictate who you should or should not love. You'd either grow old alone or stuck in a relationship that doesn't work just because you conform to what the world says is right. What you fail to realize is that it's your life on the line.

You're mad at the world because you can't have what you want, but the truth is that you're mad at yourself because you want it, but you don't want it bad enough to even be willing fight for it. You're mad, because you want it handed to you on a silver platter. You want things to go your way. You want people to like you when you can't even like yourself. You complain about everything, but you're doing nothing to change them.

You, my friend, are mad.

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