I know that life is not fair. That in this world, we are not all equal. Some people are loved more than you. Some people are luckier than you. Some people get more than you. I’ve learned to live with that fact. I think I’ve fared well so far. But there are just days. Days when these realities come crushing down on you all in one time, weighing you down to a crumpled mess of tears and self pity. And I let myself feel it. I let myself absorb it through every vein. I let myself cry it out until I go back to that predisposition that I can’t do anything about it. I just have to push those realities back into the attic of my mind hoping that they stay there forever. Maybe for a time, I’ll feel alright again.