All this stressing got me reminiscing about better days, questioning my own lifestyle and my own thoughts, and who would have thought, in grade school, that in my future years, I’ll be stressing. Life is corrupt. Sometimes you feel that the world has you by the balls leaving you with no other choice but to watch your life pass you by, and the only option you have is stand there while everyone seems to just come and go. Still thinking about better days. It almost seems as though the whole world around you is moving fast forward, a pace too fast for you to cope up with, and while you’re there in the middle trying to figure out what’s going on; you seem to be moving in slow motion, staggering and still trying to cope up and figure out where everyone is going. Thinking about better days. Alone but in the midst of everything. Disappointed with the way things seem to be through your own eyes. Still trying to keep the faith and praying for better days.