We are suppose to live and grow up, go to school and have a job, a nice job that well support you. Put a roof over your head. Money makes the world go round. That just sucks because one ONE material that makes everything go round.
I feel if i die. I wont stress. I wont think. I wont feel. I wont care. I wont work. I wont deal. I wont hurt. Death seems to much easier, doesn’t it?