Taking the train

I go to Theory classes three days a week.
I leave the house at eight and get home at five.
Monday to Wednesday.
I attend Practical classes on Thursday afternoons leaving the house at 2pm and getting home at 11.30pm
I go to work Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays starting at 6 and finishing at 4.
I pay $600> a month for rent excluding bills.
I have fees to pay, weekly and monthly.
When do I get the time to do MY thing?
After work and school.
I squeeze in five hours of sleep on an average night.
The only time I spend with friends, is piss drunk at the pub of club two hours before I start work again.
My only mode of transport is by foot or via public transport.
My budget my life down to whether or not I might get a V on the way to school.
My calendar goes by pay days and my holidays are spent working to get ahead of rent.
I never got my tattoo.
I'm giving up on a trip to Malaysia.
I'm readying myself for working all through the Christmas holidays.
And I still feel lucky.
It could be a lot more worse.
I look at average families in the streets, in shopping malls and having lunch at Deganis.
I look up to all those fathers and mothers who work all day and sometimes nights not only to support themselves but their family.
Some of them doing well enough to take everyone out to lunch and maybe to enjoy the rest of the day shopping or something else.
That seems almost impossible to me.
Going out on a Friday night means a lot of budgeting and worrying, usually ending with a "sorry, I can't make it tonight."
I'm not trying to fish for sympathy, or to make everyone sound like they're not working hard enough.
I just want to let everyone know that I'm working too.
I'm doing my share of hard yards too.
And yes, some of you really have to pick your own shit up and stop complaining.
Yes, I look like I sleep in a gutter because I don't dress like you.
Yes, I can't afford to go out because I would like some sleep before work.
I can't get there because I don't get driven around by my parents.
I live in a small house because I can't afford one any bigger.
I shop at Aldi and Box Hill market because food is also becoming expensive.
On the train home sometimes, I feel angry enough listening to kids whine and complain.
Angry enough to want to smack their lights out and tell em to shut the fuck up.
But that's just me.
Girls, you're just as bad.