Everyone complains now-a-days. Life's not fair, life's not fair. And they're all so wrong.
Maybe I'm a realist or maybe I'm a cynic, but I've never met a person who didn't truly deserve the shit that they were getting. Your best friend's knife is wedged between your vertebrae just in time for your dad's fist to meet your jaw? Mommy doesn't talk to your Uncle because he tried to touch you a couple of Easter's ago and that bitch down the street is holding hands with the only guy who's ever made your heart sing? Well how many times have you lied? How many people in the world are sitting at home, crying to themselves about life's not fair because of something you've done? How many tests have you cheated on and curves have you broken; what about those meals you skipped and those hearts you broke and those questions you never answered because that person just wasn't important enough? Well I'm sorry that life's not fair to you, but it is. You're putting in just as much shit as you're getting, and maybe you're not a monster but you're sure as hell not an angel. Gather those knives up and go the fuck home, teach your kids how to be better and forgive them when you realize that they're never going to be. No one makes it to the end alive, so I'd say it'd be best to enjoy every breath you take while you're digging your grave. Come six feet under, you'll have lived - and you didn't do much, but maybe that was enough.
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You said it.
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