It's in the Stars

Oh written in the stars
A million miles away
A message to the main
Ooooh
Seasons come and go
But I will never change
And I’m on my way

Written in the Stars- Tinie Tempah

It's amazing how the things in our lives effect us. In the video for this song, there's a little boy who's mom is a prostitute to earn money, and he sits out in the hallway listening to music and writing while she has a client in their shabby apartment. He hates it, but he has no control over it.

Growing up, I was blessed with a nice house, the bills were always paid, there was always food on the table, and we had 2 great cars. Then I moved to live with my Mom and Dad, and now, I'm in the lowest poverty level of my state. It gets hard. Really hard. And stressful. I'm 16, and every time a bill comes in the mail, or the car starts acting up, it scares me. I try not to ask for anything, because when I do, my parents have to tell me "Maybe next month." And it breaks they're hearts.

This is the first time I have ever publicly admitted that I am poor. And it kills me. Not because I'm a material person, or because I'm looking for sympathy, or because I have pride issues, but because I know that I have to bust my ass in order to make a life for myself. yes, I love my Mom and Dad, but there are many nights that I go into my room, shut the door, and sit in my floor and just cry, because I don't know if we will make it through the week.

I eat Mac and cheese and bologna  sandwiches for 40% of the time, and fast food meals are a rare treat. Some months, we don't even have money to buy the simple necessities such as toilet paper, paper towels, or milk.

 My parents are both disabled, so neither one can work. My mom gets a small disability check each month, but my dad doesn't. So what little money we do have is extremely tight.

Over the past 9 months, I have matured more than I have in my entire life. I'm scared to turn 18, but in all reality, I'm already an adult, and facing adult problems. Choices that we make, or that people in our lives make effect us so much more than we realize. Dreams are sometimes the only things in this world that can keep us going. We cry out to the world, but are we really heard? Or are we just another lost soul wandering around.

Do we change ourselves? Or do we try and make our own way.

The choice is yours. Make it wisely.