You know what isn’t fair? The fact that I have eaten well my entire life, careful of portions, vitamin and mineral intake, aware of sodium levels, carbs and sugars, and I am allergic to over 10 food groups. GROUPS. Not even just single foods. It’s not fucking fair that I chose to do the right thing and become Vegan because Animal Rights are important, but I still feel like shit, my stomach still fucking hurts. It’s not fair that I have to figure out how to feed myself when I make less than $440 dollars a month, about half of that going to gas, and at least $60 dollars a week on food. It’s not fucking fair that people who have been gluttonous pigs and have eaten themselves into obesity get to have government support but I can’t get a stipend to help pay for my diet. It isn’t fair that the food companies aren’t required to list all foods on the ingredients, and that modified foods don’t need to be identified. It’s not fair that I am working my ass off at three jobs plus freelance work, on top of 27 hours of classes a week and I am still unable to pay my bills. It’s not goddamned fair that my family is falling apart and my brothers and sisters and I are stuck in the middle of it. It isn’t fair that my biggest worry is that my siblings won’t have a house to live in, and they will be forced to move between two apartments. It’s not fucking fair that I am spending $160,000 on an education and I probably won’t get paid more than $35-50,000 a year. It is not goddamned fair that I will probably have to work two jobs for the rest of my life so that I can pay my bills and student loans and hopefully have some money left over for food and gas. It isn’t fucking fair that I will probably work until the day I die. 

But who am I kidding. Life isn’t fair, right? At least, not for the hardworking majority.

// TODAY IS MY 21ST BIRTHDAY.//

And I’m the opposite of ecstatic. In fact, I feel nothing at all.