This is Me Complaining

Life. Its never fair; that's what I have been told all throughout life.


I have had to work for every damn thing I own. My car is my own, my cell phone is my own, my clothes are my own. Anything I want, I have to go out and get it for myself.

So why does it seem like everyone else in my life gets things handed to them? Its really not fair.

Looking around at all these high school girls who drive around in daddy's brand new car, or kids who have the newest technology cell phone because mommy and daddy give it to them. I look at them partly in in pity, and partly in jealousy. I pity them because they don't know what it takes to get what they have, and I can be jealous because I know what it takes, and I am still stuck with the bare minimum.

You see, I have been taught to be independent all my life, my parents raised me to do everything on my own; that I shouldn't depend on anyone. So while all these other kids my age are slacking off partying all the time and getting everything they want I am making my own way, putting my back into everything I do. I learn a sense of growing up that these other kids will never know. I gain a sense of what the "real world" is like, while they have a gold credit card charging up anything they want, living in a made-up world.



It would still be nice to have something handed to me every now and then. I think I deserve it.