I agree with the saying that we sometimes over think things and make our lives more complicated than it is.
But what if my life really is complicated?
A lot of times I want to complain about it. Most times I don’t know what to do about it. At all times I want to find a solution to it. Reality is that I can’t really do much about it. And I know people seem to think I’m all right. I think most of the time I find the strength to be okay.
But I’m really tired.
Many times I wonder how come I’m not like some of my other friend’s family. They’re not perfect but I have no doubt that their lives are not as complicated as mine.
I know I am told not to compare. I don’t do it. But there are moments when a human being cannot help it.
I wish I can do more at the moment. I wish I was smarter and got in to UCLA or USC so that I could be closer to home and help out. I wish I was stronger so that I won’t be scared in tough situations. I wish I never cried so that I never have to show I am weak.