I don't ever write on here, but I gotta get some shit off of my chest.
I’m up studying and meanwhile on Twitter, I see one of my friends from back home tweeting about how he wishes he had changed his life and how he had been living wrong. This really struck a chord in me, what puts me in this position to be able to pursue an education? Why me? What have I done that makes me different from the kid that I used to be? It’s honestly overwhelming to the point that it makes me cry to think about my humble beginnings. My grandma used to take care of me and I would only see my parents on weekends because they were too busy grinding to support our family. I remember eating canned foods from the boxes that the local food bank had provided, I remember thrift shopping before it was the thing to do, I remember hating my parents for being “cheap”. Now that I think about it, I wouldn’t be who I am without these hardships. I’d be spoiled. It’s just so amazing to me that a kid who wasn’t ever supposed to have an opportunity like this is making his grandma proud from Heaven. I’m just very overwhelmed with how intact I still am with that child that I used to be and what he’s turned into now.