Ok. Let's get one thing straight. When you see those kids on the street, with their signs and their ragged clothes, why don't you help them? I can understand you not giving them straight up money because they might use it for bad things, but why not stop by a McDonald's and grab them some fries? Or why not go buy them a toy, or even just a blanket and clean clothes. For all you know, it might have been the last food that saves them, or the only item to make them happy and keep them from suicide, or the only thing to keep them warm, or even the last article of clothing they wear. People like us don't understand the way of the streets. There is no safety. Children and mothers and addicts die every day and you never give a dollar. You pass by the signs, but you don't stop.
You're probably Wondering why I'm lingering on this subject. You're probably thinking, " this is supposed to be her life story, what's her point " or " I thought this was gonna be funny " or even " she's only sixteen, she probably doesn't even know what she's talking about ". But the thing is, life isn't all fun and games. Some of you know this much more than others, and some of you just don't know at all. So maybe I am sixteen. Does that mean that I don't have a past, present, and future? Does that mean I don't have a life? I do, by the way, just in case you were wondering. Its just not all rainbows and unicorns.
Life is hard and don't we know it. I was a pretty difficult child and I probably still am. At least I admit it. When I was younger I was diagnosed with ADHD which is Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder. I had the urge to talk ALL the time, and boy did I ever. You know how in elementary school, they give you sufficient and insufficient instead of actual grades? I got sufficient in everything except talking in class. Every single year that was what I had trouble with. Now, why am I telling you this? Because you should know that not everybody is perfect. Nobody has that awesome life where you go home and have no financial problems or personal problems, even if its in your head. Same here. My parents divorced when I was three and my mother died when I was seven. Not too long after that, Hurricane Katrina happened and we had to move. It was hit after hit after hit. Life isn't ever easy for anybody. Get over it.
But sometimes life gets better. After almost a year, me and my dad found a place to settle down and live for a while. He found my step mom and they got married a little while after that. Her daughters became my step-sisters and we butted heads every once in a while, but eventually we got older and stopped bickering as much. My parents had two children and I have grown to love them wholly. Life sucks, but you get through it. That's the best part.
You're probably Wondering why I'm lingering on this subject. You're probably thinking, " this is supposed to be her life story, what's her point " or " I thought this was gonna be funny " or even " she's only sixteen, she probably doesn't even know what she's talking about ". But the thing is, life isn't all fun and games. Some of you know this much more than others, and some of you just don't know at all. So maybe I am sixteen. Does that mean that I don't have a past, present, and future? Does that mean I don't have a life? I do, by the way, just in case you were wondering. Its just not all rainbows and unicorns.
Life is hard and don't we know it. I was a pretty difficult child and I probably still am. At least I admit it. When I was younger I was diagnosed with ADHD which is Attention Deficit Hyper Disorder. I had the urge to talk ALL the time, and boy did I ever. You know how in elementary school, they give you sufficient and insufficient instead of actual grades? I got sufficient in everything except talking in class. Every single year that was what I had trouble with. Now, why am I telling you this? Because you should know that not everybody is perfect. Nobody has that awesome life where you go home and have no financial problems or personal problems, even if its in your head. Same here. My parents divorced when I was three and my mother died when I was seven. Not too long after that, Hurricane Katrina happened and we had to move. It was hit after hit after hit. Life isn't ever easy for anybody. Get over it.
But sometimes life gets better. After almost a year, me and my dad found a place to settle down and live for a while. He found my step mom and they got married a little while after that. Her daughters became my step-sisters and we butted heads every once in a while, but eventually we got older and stopped bickering as much. My parents had two children and I have grown to love them wholly. Life sucks, but you get through it. That's the best part.