By ANGELICA GONZALES
Staff Writer
Every day is hard.
I wake up wishing I would’ve stayed asleep.
I wake up wishing things were different.
I wake up wishing I wouldn’t have made certain choices.
I wake up wishing I was somebody else.
Why are things so hard?
Why can’t things be easier?
Why can’t things be like how they used to be?
Why can’t I just be happy with what I have?
Why can’t I just be thankful that I am living?
I’ll never know the answers to these questions.
I will always live with this pain.
I will always be miserable.
I will always feel like something is missing.
I will always be unsatisfied with what I have.
I will always wish for a better life.