By Adriana Garcia
Sometimes, I feel selfish. Selfish that I complain. I may be having a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, but WHO AM I TO COMPLAIN. I don’t think it is fair that I complain. I AM LUCKY. I am lucky that I have an amazing family who takes care of me and are always there for me. I have great friends that will endlessly make me laugh and support me through anything. I am healthy, and what else could you need when one is healthy? I am young and have a whole life ahead of me. Yet, I am selfish, I sometimes feel that the world has turned against me, that the level of stress I go through is slowly sucking the life out of me. That I am alone. So I am a self-proclaimed SELFISH person because I don’t stop to think about others before complaining because I am not going through a hardship in comparison to everyone else. AND I HATE IT.