Life is too harsh on me. Life is way too cruel. I feel like, life is abusing me physically & mentally.

I keep telling people this. They will think that I do not appreciate other things that I'm blessed with, such as family and basically, just having another day to live. Well, guess what... I AM. In every fucked up bullshit, there's always something good in it.

Let me list down on the things I appreciate ALOT; having a family, a shelter; a nice home to live in, a pet cat, Allah, having the ability to walk/talk/listen/pray, do thing with my hands, think properly(for certain things only). There's lots more.

I just hate how that one damn thing can ruin EVERYthing. I hate it. So much.