Life sux. Big time.
Nothing seems to be working out no matter how hard I try.
I hate it.
I try to see the good in everything, that light at the end of the tunnel, darkness just before the dawn, even that damn plant that manages to grow from the crevices of my wall and blossoms through it all.
Fark.
But when it all falls apart, I'm just thankful that I'm given another day. Even though it might be rotten.
And, just like all the other stubborn losers, I will rise again. Pick up that baggage, carry that weight, and try to make things work again.
Life sux. But I'll do what I can.
Nothing seems to be working out no matter how hard I try.
I hate it.
I try to see the good in everything, that light at the end of the tunnel, darkness just before the dawn, even that damn plant that manages to grow from the crevices of my wall and blossoms through it all.
Fark.
But when it all falls apart, I'm just thankful that I'm given another day. Even though it might be rotten.
And, just like all the other stubborn losers, I will rise again. Pick up that baggage, carry that weight, and try to make things work again.
Life sux. But I'll do what I can.
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