Life sucks and then you die, right? Because the only things promised to you in life are pain and death.

But people try and make the most of it anyway. You find happiness, look for love, make friends. You take the good with the bad. Tell yourself that things could always be worse, that there are other people worse off than you are, and that you should be thankful for the things you have, right?

On the outside anyway...on the inside your a seething, angry ball of hatred and rage; and there's nothing that anyone can do to stop it. Or well I am anyway...maybe that's just me though? I don't know. *sighs*

I'm glad no one is reading this...