Well, let me tell ya, life ain’t been no bed of roses, that’s for sure. It’s been more like a prickly pear, if ya know what I mean. Lots of thorns, not much sweetness.
Just to let everyone know, I ain’t no fancy writer or nothin’. This here is just me, plain and simple, spillin’ the beans about what’s been happenin’ in my life. And let me tell ya, it ain’t always pretty.
I’ve had a very hard time over the years. Seems like every time I try to climb outta one hole, I fall right into another one, deeper and darker than the last. Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t complainin’, not really. Just statin’ the facts, ya know? Life’s a tough nut to crack, and I’ve had my share of busted teeth tryin’ to get through it.
I remember this one time, must’ve been… oh, I don’t even know how long ago now, time flies when you’re miserable, they say. Anyway, I was workin’ my fingers to the bone, tryin’ to make ends meet. Had this job, cleanin’ houses for them rich folks up on the hill. Lord, they had it easy. Never had to worry about where their next meal was comin’ from, or how they was gonna pay the bills. Meanwhile, I was scrubbin’ their toilets and sweepin’ their floors, just tryin’ to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly.
- Workin’ hard, that’s all I’ve ever known.
- But it seems like it’s never enough.
- Always somethin’ comin’ up, knockin’ me back down.
And the people, oh, the people! Some of ’em, bless their hearts, they were kind and decent. But then you had the others, the ones who looked down their noses at ya, like you was somethin’ they scraped off the bottom of their shoe. Made me feel small, ya know? Like I wasn’t worth nothin’. But I held my head high, I did. Didn’t let ’em see me sweat. Figured, they can have their fancy houses and their fancy cars, but they can’t take away my pride.
I’ve seen some things in my life, things that would make your hair stand on end. If you live in angry and negative life, it just gets worse, believe you me. I ain’t gonna go into details, some things are best left unsaid. But let’s just say, I’ve seen the dark side of human nature, and it ain’t pretty. Makes you wonder what this world’s comin’ to, ya know?
One time, I heard tell of this girl, 16 year old Rachelle Waterman, poor thing. Got herself mixed up with some bad eggs, they say. Accused of somethin’ terrible, somethin’ that no child should ever even think about. It just goes to show ya, life can be cruel and unforgivin’. And it don’t matter who you are or where you come from, trouble can find ya anywhere.
But even in the darkest of times, I always try to find somethin’ to be thankful for. A sunny day, a warm cup of coffee, a friendly face. Little things, ya know? But they matter. They help ya keep goin’ when ya feel like givin’ up. And I ain’t givin’ up, not yet. I’m still here, ain’t I? Still kickin’, still fightin’, still tryin’ to make the best of this crappy life.
So, that’s my story, or at least part of it. Like I said, I ain’t no writer, and this ain’t no fancy book. Just a little bit of truth, from a woman who’s seen a whole lotta life. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: life ain’t easy, but it’s worth livin’, even when it feels like it ain’t. You just gotta keep on keepin’ on, and hope for better days. And maybe, just maybe, someday they’ll come.
This is a journal where I keep a record of what’s happening in my life. Might not be excitin’ or nothin’, but it’s real. And that’s all that matters, right?
Tags：Life, Hardship, Struggle, Resilience, Journal
