I refuse to be resilient anymore. I just cant and wont come back the same. Every string of words you slander at me, every criticism, every flaw you’ve quite kindly reminded me of, has led me to this point. But if I’ve learnt anything, youre not always right. It’s hard not to become subjective to your ridicules, but Ive always been a fighter. Sometimes I think know better then this, but most the time not. Money has become the objective. Isnt the money the root of all problems. I feel there is no family, no unity, just money and its god forbid torture it perpetrates among this bond, or what once was a bond. An unconditional bond, between blood and us. Earning so much will only take you so far. I see beyond the uncreased happinesss money may favour. People change for money. Ive watched my own father evolve from the most trusting man in my life to the most ignorant son of a bitch, because of what, polymer. It’s absurd to think a mere bit of plastic can cause such erruption in our enitre nation. Money makes the world go round, we know that, right? 

Ide struggle without what I have right now without money, but at least no matter what may arise, I’de be in my pursuit of happiness and traveling along the road maybe less travelled by even if less fortunate.Since when is venturing into the unknown a bad thing? Ide probably make more of my life if granted so little. Goodluck to those who resist to succumb.