Filled with stress, feeling depressed. Feel like I’m going crazy. No money. No food. No petrol. No work. Can’t go to school. Can’t go to the stores. Can’t go to friends.

Yeah that’s the life of a teenager living in a home were everyone is unemployed and the world outside is a war zone. No guns here, just hungry men. Gates are always locked, the only road I know is to and from school. I have no friends, I don’t know my neighbours and no one knows me. 

Life in SA is hard. Strikes follow each other like ducks crossing the street. Criminals rule the streets and schools. No one can be trusted, even a grandma.

Life in a multiracial school were almost everyone is rich is even harder. Going to school with only brown bread and butter and seeing everyone holding burgers and snacks is a real sword in the heart. Not to say I envy them. No. I’m just sad that my family is suffering like this.

Life is a funeral. Literally. Everyday something bad appears. But what can I say? I’ve only been alive for 17 years.