just sitting here thinking how bad can things really get .. then i stop and think of all the people who dont have homes and dont have a hot meal or a warm bed to sleep in .. why do we always feel sorry for ourselfs when there is someone out there who is worse off than we are.
things dont always turn out like we want them to .. its like the cycle of life one minute we have good luck then we have a ton of bad luck..
its like a roll of the dice we never know whats gonna happen from one min to the next..
ok thats enough from me tonight
