Just open up to family…

Life sucks… get on with it. No one has it easy. It’s the same for everyone. However the 💩 you have to deal with is changes for everybody.

Someone is pissed cause he can’t buy something, someone else is pissed cause he has failed at school or work. Someone is pissed cause he hasn’t got a SO etc.

You have to hustle my friends, don’t give up. I’m one of you, someone who has nothing going right in his life, school life sucks, no job, no money, no relationships, but that’s ok, I guess.

This is life, there are ups and downs. Maybe the “DOWNS” right now appear as a fucking abyss with no end. Everything is engulfed by darkness, all hope for the future lost. You feel like you are all alone and angry, omg, so so angry all the time.

But it doesn’t have to be this way. See, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. You will always have your family. Parents, brothers and sisters, fucking cousins and a shit ton of acquaintances.

So you have ears ready to listen to you, help you no matter how much, they are and always be there. NO ONE IS EVER ALONE. Don’t bottle up your emotions, feelings and shove them deep into the abyss. Those will fuck you up, change you into someone or something you’ll hate everyday. And there is nothing worse than hating yourself as you lose the ability to like let love someone else. Just talk man, fucking talk. Say what you think, say what you feel as there is no bigger regret than unspoken words.

Yup, I didn’t write friends up there deliberately. When you reach a certain age like myself, your closest friends, them 3–4 gems, are not your friends anymore, they become your family. These people are the UPS of life cause life is for sharing. And there is no better feeling to have someone to share your feelings, emotions, happiness and sadness etc. with.

As I’m sitting here in the balcony all alone drinking a glass of cold cold water while it’s raining and thundering like God has a mission for someone named Noah, I thought of sharing what was rumbling inside my head.

I don’t know though. Maybe your life is perfect, maybe your life is even more fucked up than mine. I mean, I don’t know why I am writing this stuff here, maybe Medium isn’t for this sort of thing. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t really care.