i guess there's a time in everyone's life for struggling. but you can't make it through alone.
driving to the grocery store with your food stamps, hoping your piece of shit car will even get you home.. and you're wondering what the hell is the point. that's when you start to realize that even if you haven't got a single thing of value to your name, you have friends. and you're sitting in a circle, talking about how we don't have any money to do anything, or enough gas to take us anywhere worthwhile. and how sometimes we just hate life. but right now... it doesn't seem so bad. because at least you're not alone, you're understood, and there's no one you'd rather be surrounded by.
and yeah, sometimes we hate life... but we're smiling anyway.
surviving through the days feeling so cold. wondering what the hell is the point, because you spent money on what you wanted instead of what you needed. and you just hope you can make this paycheck last til the next. and you just want to cry... until your mom calls you to invite you for sunday dinner. and you realize the only people you can count on in this life is family, even if you can't count on another living soul. and no matter how cold it gets, that feels pretty warm.
