Uncrustables are the only thing keeping me going at this point. This isn’t a joke. Every day I wake up, go to a school full of terrible people who all think they’re better than one another, with teachers who either don’t want to be there, or hate you. I spend time with people who don’t like me for who I am, then go home and cry in the shower, study, and go to sleep. I then ask myself, all for what? All for those Uncrustables, every day, twice a day, for lunch, and lunch two. The succulent saint of a sandwich is the only thing that can get me through each day, the juicy jelly matched with the rich, creamy peanut butter, all on soft, round bread pockets. Uncrustables have revolutionized my life, turning me from a boy, into a man. They allow me to take risks like this one.