We don’t want to live like this… we never wanted to live like we are but what else can we do? We can’t make it better… because we don’t know how to make it better, and also we don’t have the money. There are a few jobs but they are still crap. 70 percent of the people in our sides are dealer and prostitutes because what else is there to do? That is the only way to make a ‘descent’ living. We do anything for money.

We don’t have lakes, we don’t green lands… nothing… how are we suppose to make the best out of this when you can’t. There is only so much you can take out of a land… and our land is dead. Rumor has it they want us to eventually die…

They treat us like dirt, like animals. We do have malls… and they consist of used cloths that the breathers don’t want… they cell them to us… in a low price but it’s still a price some of us can’t pay.

Fifty percent of the people live on the streets… and it’s a nightmare to go out and see all does poor people and little kids dying right in front of you and there is nothing you can do to help them… nothing. Sometimes I cant sleep… because I feel sik that I can sleep… I feeel sick that I have money to eat… its not much… but its just fucked up that we live in this condition and we can’t take a stand to this… we can’t do shit…  but I get anxiety attacks so its better not to think about what I can’t do… because it always makes it harder… because I CAN”T do A LOT of stuff…. Breath right?

The ‘dirty pigs’, that how we call the policeman’s from the breathers often come to our side and kill a few people, rape girls, take drugs and a lot of other shit we, again, can’t do nothing about it.

We go to sleep at nigh wishing life would go back to how it was… how it was when I was little… I don’t remember much about it because i was 15 when I last saw the world in color… I had an accident and I was in a coma for 7 years… at least that what they tell me… my dad, mom and brother all die and I was the only one who survived…. That’s what they told me… I don’t remember my mom… or my brother… but I do remember my dad.