There are four important objects that I carry with me at all times. My journal, my car keys, a letter, and a photo. I have lived the same routine for two years now, probably more. School, work, and then home; nothing more. I work 45-50 hours a week and, honestly, it's hard. It is very stressful, but I have gotten used to it throughout the years. When my father made me become a waitress at his renewed restaurant all of a sudden, I became depressed and I would have a mental breakdown every week. I didn't have time for school, or for my friends and family, or even myself. I couldn't handle all the pressure on my shoulders. Then the worst happened. My cousin, Giovanni, who was also like a brother to me, got into a car accident and passed away.
