The broke, or broken...

You know what? I'm gonna give you a mental image of where all this is coming from. It's coming from the mouth of an open-minded, lazy, hard on themself, white, female, who believes more in her own sex than the opposition, hard working, stressed out, out of her mind, broke college student. I say all of this while eating a plate of luke warm pizza rolls, and a cold glass of Red indistinct flavored Kool-aid; complements of one of my roomies, Mizz Jay. What I'm trying to say is this, even if my words seem like BS, or meaningful. If maybe they seem like I have some intelligence or very little, I'm no different than the other billions of people in the world. All the millions of college students with opinions and arguments, we are one in the same, some smarter, some not as much. However we all share similar issues, similar troubles or problems we encounter in life. So why is it so hard for us to come together and see eye to eye as humans? The more I understand about other cultures, the more I begin to become a stranger to my own. Sometimes the grass isn't necessarily greener on the other side, it's just the other side sometimes doesn't even have grass,the grass is the last thing on their minds....okay obviously this may not make sense to you. But to me, it makes perfect sense. These are just words and thoughts of a broke student, so I'm gonna enjoy my ghetto fabulous lunch, adios.