Life is crazy. Plain and simple. It's cruel, rude, malicious, and bluntly put, Hell. It has a mind of its own. It tortures you, then treats you like a ruler of the people. Sometimes a good ruler, or sometimes like Julius Caesar. You die (metaphorically of course). Life is unpredictable, it throws things at you, expects you to deal with it even if you can't. That is its job, soul purpose, to fuck up everyone's day. To trip you up and toss you about, but always, always whispering to you "It's going to be okay, don't you worry." Somehow it never seems to really be okay. Life is weird, life has some weird people in it. Some enraged people, some good, bad, nice, sweet, loving, compassionate people. Life has 'given' us everything. Or was it passed founding fathers of this country, I don't know. Life cuts 'some' people a break, I'm most definitely not one of them, tells them have a good life. And well, they do. A great one in fact, fame, money, the whole package. But then there's me, the socially awkward person who sucks at living, well. Life.
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HumorI'm so sick of people thinking that they can get the easy road, easy hand, easy anything in life. When I'm over here the most definitely awkward teenager on the planet. Like seriously, it seems everyone has the best life, and I'm stuck with the shit...
