Life

You know what is funny? As you can see from my other blogs, I grew up poor. I never really knew my father and my mother... well is basically good for nothing. So when I am going through life, I understand that none of that is my fault but some reason it keeps coming back to me that way. I work hard. I try to be the best I can be and I understand that things are not easy. I am an average girl. I have a collage degree and I am married to a wonderful man who actually loves me unconditionally. So, a girl with all this knowledge and understanding of one's self and the world around her, how is it so hard to life a good life? I work hard at whatever I do and I try to be the best I can be and it is never good enough for the world. I can't do anything right it seems. I want to have a good job so that I can actually have a better life than I did before. I don't want fancy things or expensive crap, just actual clothes on my back and more then one pare of underwear. I want a home to sleep in and food to eat. Is that too much to ask? I wouldn't think so but yet I find myself in such a misplaced place. I should be one place but it isn't where I belong. I feel I was destined to be on the street, fighting for my life. Why can't people give a helping hand when one needs it so desperately?I need a job that will pay me according to my labor and will not depress me to the point of suicide. I need a life that is better then what I have now that will allow me to be me. Why can't we all have that? Why can't we all be on equal ground? Why can't people get a break?