Ah life, you miserable fucking whore. Full of ups and downs but it turns out the ups are only there to make the downs worse than they might normally be. Then you get the obligatory "everything will be ok" or "things will get better" from all and sundry which is no help at all because neither of those things are even remotely fucking true and only serve to make you feel like an even shittier and more furious. Keep that shit to yourselves, I don't want to hear it.
Of course this will often lead into someone telling you to let this or that god take care of it. Really? These same gods you people seem to think having been taking care of me up to this point? These same gods that have overseen the most heinous shit being visited on me and mine the entirety of our lives already? Fuck off. If that shit is your idea of something being taken care of then do me a favor and tell your chosen god to fuck off and leave me alone.
Then of course come the brain damaged fuck smudges that love to tell people that it could be worse. Other people somewhere have it worse. Someone in the world is having a worse time of it than you. Really? Is that idiotic bullshit supposed to make someone feel better? Are you fucking retarded? It's ok that you got mugged because someone else got mugged and gangraped. It's ok that you got mugged and gangraped because someone else got mugged, gangraped and then set on fire. It's ok that you got mugged, gangraped and set on fire because someone else got mugged, gangraped, set on fire and then put out by being pissed on by a phalanx of lepers.
This is your helpful input? How about you do something actually helpful and go choke to death on a bag full of diseased cock. That'd be great. Thanks.
Anyway, life. Fuck. You.
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I'm developing a theory about pain. Remind me to tell you about it sometime. Or make a blog post.
Elsewise, life is pain, it will not get better, there is no comfort or respite. There is only pain and more pain. Then, eventually, you die. At which point I'm fairly certain the pain must continue in some fashion, cause if it didn't I believe we'd live forever so we could continue with the pain.
Am I not helping? I'm probably not the person to talk to about this. I'll just go sit in the corner now.
They sell diseased cock in bags now? Awesome. I'm tired of all these hard to transport cans.
Just remember: Bope loves you, and he brings bacon.
Speaking of helpful input:
"pissed on my a phalanx of lepers"
I read that in a Mario voice.
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