I used to look at people and think, these people have it easy. They've never gone through the same shit that I have.

But I never really realized that everybody has their own sob stories. Everybody's gone through some shit in their lives. Talking to a few people surprised me a lot as they indulged their pasts and what they're gone through.

Sigh. I may not exactly be happy here, but looking through my old pictures, I thank god I don't have to spend another minute "there". Sure, there were good memories, but good god all I can remember are the bad memories.

Good riddance.