working so hard to seem to just stay afloat seems like a never ending race... you fall behind and bust your ass to catch up or you get a lil ahead and poof just like that you are miles behind again. realization of this often makes you feel angry or weak but today i find that my true friends are there to tear up this "perfect" town and help bring me down when feeling angry about life.. people make life easy and hard it all depends who you let around you....well i guess shit just happens
