My problems aren't even problems at all... Here I am worried about finals and eventually turning into a "fat chick." But, in all honestly, my problems don't even compare. There are people out there that fight to just stay alive every day... and I'm fretting over a fucking test?!??! Life isn't fair. Good people don't deserve to die. Let's just hope my dreams are predictions of the future. Our everyday superficial problems don't even make the Richter Scale of worries... just remember that the next time something doesn't goes your way.