I think I am so poor. However, my mum discourages me to think this way because real poor are those who cannot afford anything at all to eat and fill their stomach 3 times a day. Should thank God our father for the blessings.
There have been countless times which she had to tell me these kinds of things and it never seems to register to my brain. I always forget it.
The reason that I think we are so poor is because I am jobless and I have many to feed and my dad does not work and has cntinued to be so in order to punish my mother. Anyway, it was their fault in the beginnijg they never loved really each other...
I am beginning to forget my childhood days and all thats coming to me are gloom and dissatisfaction. Something seems to be wrobg with my brain that cnt register new experiences or think if something new. It is like I am trapped in a small closed world and I cannot get out and nobody is able to listen to me. But first of all, I didnt work on my desires or who I truly am.
One day, I am goibg to get past through all this sadness and suffering and I shall redeem myself and be truly alive again and never to return to this curren state.