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I know I haven't had much time to write but, now I wonder to myself how many people really feel alone?How many are in desperate need of help?How many are homeless and on the streets? Most people including me at points say "Oh. That's too bad." well I'm done with it. Imagine if it was you out on the streets and no one cared. Everyone just walked past you like dirt. I may live no better but, I am proud to say I'm not living on the streets. Don't you ever wish your mom would understand or your friends? But, it's not something you could say to them it's something you have to suffer all alone. I wish I wasn't one of those people. To top it all off I have my Conformation in 2 weeks and this is really about everyone else not me! It's just how everyone else feels or how fancy the wine is. Do you people realize that's not all that matters you might call me crazy but, being confirmed isn't about gifts or money it's about being one with God who will be there through it all. I am now going to be the only Roman Catholic in my house it's so hard for me to prosper. I mean no one see's God the way I do. He is everything to us we should be with Him praying to Him for all that we have never mind, anything else. It's living in your own little shack. My saying is 'Those who are poor live in fortune those who are wealthy live in rags." We put people who are homeless and poor the social outcasts when they really know a lot more than we do. They know what it's like to live without or to be thankful for what they have,while the rich if they suddenly lost everything they would have no idea. That's why next time you see that old homeless guy on the street remember he's got it a hell of a lot worse than you do. Even, though I may not have the best life of all and no one has a perfect life I know that it could be a whole lot worse.

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