...you're supposed to make lemonade, right? 'cause I tell you something, life has just squeezed the world's biggest lemon into my fucking eye, and I don't feel like making any fucking lemonade.
honestly sometimes I think someone up there must really dislike me. what, karma? for being honest? for speaking my mind for once and not getting shouted down or having the piss taken for my fucking opinion that never really matters, nor actually ever mattered. seriously the one time I'm properly honest about something is when I get blamed for bullshitting, maybe it's just an indication that I shouldn't say what I think, and just go by what everyone says I should.
saying how fucking happy i was obviously wasn't a good idea. Whenever I say I'm happy, something always goes wrong, very shortly after I say "Oh! Look how FUCKING good my life turned out, nothing can ever bring me down blah blah FUCKING blah!"
for FUCK'S sake, why the hell does everything have to go tits up? Why can't everything just be fucking simple?
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