the girl who has nothing.

Let me tell you a story about a poor girl..

she was never lucky, she was never fortunate, she has never have a single good day in her life.

as a child, she was sent to live with distant relatives, her granduncle and his family.
as a child, she watched her mother get increasingly addicted to drugs, getting in and out of prison.
as a child, she almost never get to meet her grandmother, for she has abandoned her family long before she was born.
as a child, her harsh grandfather never cared.

at the age of 14, she ran away. away from a home which is not really hers, into the harsh reality of life, all alone. she strived and she struggled to make a living to keep herself alive. to keep a brother, who is at least 10 years her junior, alive.

finally in her late 20s, she gave in to depression. she caved in from the pressure of the need to be independent, the lack of family, the unfortunate events in her life. it was only 3 years later, when she battled depression successfully. now she leads a lonely but simple life. she lives in a rented flat, she earns her living as a food stall assistant and occasionally visits her brother. all her life, she has almost nothing. she has no family, she has no crutch, she has no support and she has no help. she is the poorest girl i know.

every other day, i lament the fact that i have no life, no bf, i do not have enough to spend, that my parents treat my brother better, that i hate studying, that i hate working. yet next to the girl who has nothing, i am the girl who has everything.