Rich and rare.

Sick.

Of trying to act happy, sick of trying to make others happy, sick of the same shit every day, sick of this house, sick of this city and most the people I’ve met in it, sick of this economy, sick of my family growing apart, sick of being alone, sick of beign stuck in this rut, sick of not having enough money, sick of not having the best qualities, sick of caring about my looks, sick of growing older, sick of not winning anything, sick of not feeling cared for, sick of being sober. I’m sick of a whole lot but most of all I’m sick of complaining everyday, and for that I apologize.