Orange juice...

It is after 11pm and all I wanted was some orange juice before bed. Today was a hard day, I have had a lot of emotion in regards to how certain people treat me. I feel like I am seen as a third class citizen because of my financial status. I won't repeat the words that have been said, but the person who said them was very hurtful, and I respect and look up to her. Is this how everyone feels? Am I a leach on society? Am I starting a vicious cycle of welfare in which my children will continue when they get older?

I have always worked for everything, and they day came where I could not work anymore, because I am sick does that mean I am a failure? Tonight I cried because of many words said and unsaid. She will never know how she has hurt me...no one that ever hurts me knows that they do. I keep it to myself, add it to all of the emotional battle scars I have acquired over 33 years. So I go now and drink my orange juice, forgetting how it was paid for, and knowing everyone falls on down times once and a while. I didn't ask to be this way, and I won't be like this forever. And because I am going to sleep in a rented home on the bad side of town does not make me any less of a person than the person sleeping on plush splendor in the sleek mansion up on the hill. Goodnight.