7,577,130,400 people.
7 billion other people out there that aren't me.
7 billion other people out there that are living life.
7 billion other people out there that have their own problems.
7 billion other people out there who have it worse than i do.
and i can't help but cry over my small, insignificant worries.
i'm one in 7 billion people.
just one.
crying over my parents that are still alive and together, the dad who puts food on the table and clothes on my back, and the mom who drinks.
at least i'm not starving.
at least i'm not working for 8 hours a day out in miserable heat.
at least i still have parents.
at least i'm not on the street.
so why do i cry?
who in the hell am i?
i'm one of 7,577,130,400 people on earth.
