We receive hours of work and become exhausted, irritable, and depressed, then once we can't function we're told it's our own fault. What kind of world is this, anyway? Promises are never kept. It'll keep going and going until the day I die, and I keep telling myself it'll get better. I live on that. But it's only getting worse. What do I have to live for? I have a lot to live for, but it'll all be gone eventually. However, life is a gift, and it's one that I'm grateful for. I just pray that perhaps in the future it won't be as hard to deal with as they are now, and that I might actually do some good. GOOD, PEOPLE!
And I really want something to drink, so I'm gonna go get some sodie pop.
Ewww, I hate coke.
We need something with strawberries.
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Life will change, and there will be new hopes.