I’m guilty of studying hard and working hard on my assignments and not having the time for a social life because I wanted a better life from poverty and hope I would succeed. I was persecuted like Jesus. I was punished by being poor, failing school and failing life. All the ones who never cared to learn are doing better than me. They drive expensive cars, have big homes, are married with kids and have higher ranked jobs that pay more than I have. I’m mentally ill and i May be homeless. I don’t own any home. I drive a poor car worth $500. I can’t support myself. I’m living with my parents. I have no friends and no one likes me. I lost my brother to suicide. I lost everything that ever meant anything to me and no one cares. I cried all my life no matter how hard I tried I could never be good enough. Like Jesus they had a choice to kill the their the drug dealer the drug addict the cheat the alcoholic they rather kill me the shy isolated girl who never did nothing wrong because they hate people who live life in the likeness of Jesus Christ.