I constantly complain about my job and school and everything but today I found out that the sweetest guy I work with came here on a boat from Pakistan after escaping the Taliban. His father was murdered for being a teacher in Afghanistan and he came here all alone hoping to support his family and get an education.
He works minimum wage and often for free and still has a smile on his face everyday.
Makes you realise there is so much to be grateful for.
I need to stop being such a little bitch and start cutting out the toxic people from my life. Here is a big fuck you to those who compulsively lie and talk shit about others to build their reputations and make themselves look better.
You know that feeling when you just want to go home? Maybe it’s after a long day or you’ve been away for a while or you’ve just had a bad day. That’s how I feel all the time but even when I get home it’s still there. Homesick for a place I do not know.