Since I can remember, I never seemed to fit in anywhere. Growing up in fairly poor-ish household,I never got the things that I really wanted, I had to go to work at the early age of 12 to get my first guitar. I was an outcast,so arts and crafts was always my "fortress of solitude",saving up money by working really horrid jobs to help my family and maybe get the chance to afford something which I had wanted for a long time. I struggled up until my 20th birthday, working nasty jobs with little to no pay. I did graduate, but since I am born into a family of 2 different nationalities(both of whom people seem to dislike) I got bullied and tossed around quite a bit.
With those events and the struggle to earn money in order to feel a small bit of happiness and joy I joined many wrong crowds.
Now, Being 24 years of age, I finally got my life back on track but struggle with depression,which is caused by constant problems to maintain a decent quality of life, Paying the rent, having time for myself and my hobbies. Seeing how other people of my age get to travel not once but even twice a year gets me down. Life never gave me a break and I just try to manage. I sincerely believe it is not healthy to always worry and even after working most of the month,still have nothing to show for it.
I am a young guy, just trying to survive and I believe I deserve a break. I am not begging people to pity me,but I've always given people who are less-fortunate than me some food, maybe cash to get a decent sleep,but Karma doesn't seem to get me out of this endless cycle of struggling to survive.