I am so poor

I am so poor.

I am scary-poor.

It doesn’t feel that terrible…

I find my way around.

I am so fit.

I am very fit.

It doesn’t feel that difficult…

I enjoy it.

I am so quiet.

I am extremely quiet.

I don’t feel that silent…

It isn’t so silent in my brain.

I am so cold.

I am freezing cold.

It doesn’t feel that life threatening…

I put on more layers.

I am so young.

I am a child to the middle-aged.

I don’t feel that immature…

I like to learn.

I am so responsible.

I am ridiculously responsible.

It doesn’t feel that great…

I find it monotonously necessary.

I am so sustainable.

I am considered a “tree-hugger.”

It doesn’t feel  that time consuming…

I look for the recycling bin.

I am so hungry.

Sometimes I am starving.

I can afford potatoes…

Yes, I do work. Don’t you?

I am so angry.

I hate the way the world is.

It feels hopeless.

I try.