ç'est la vie. such is life. my brother got it tattooed across his ribs. my coworker repeats it all day long. but, *******, was it just life when my mom called me an irresponsible ***** days after i helped with her bills? was it just life when i skipped every other class to sit in the bathroom and cry because i didn't feel wanted? was it just life when my biological, drug-addicted mother told me i was growing up to be just like her? was it just life when i got a text from a boy who was concerned that i was pregnant from ***, i don't remember having? was it just life when my grandma cried at the alter, praying to god that i would finally become sober? was it just life when my brother couldn't even look at me as i sat on a hospital bed after trying to end my own life? was it just life when i spent the night running from the cops after my mom threw me on the floor and wanted me back home? was it just life when my alcoholic sister screamed at me that i have a problem? maybe it wasn't just life. maybe it was just my life.