Everything in life sucks.
Life is such a bully.
Everything is a string of sucky events
Speckled with an occasional good one.
Just when you start to feel happy,
Life takes it away.
It’s to the point
That I know this is always how it works.
I can’t even enjoy the good anymore.
They say that “if you
Don’t like the life you’re living,
Only you have the power to change it.”
That’s not true.
There are things I cannot change.
There are things out of my control.
I can’t make a boy love me.
That’s not my life.
That’s someone else’s.
If I’m miserable because no one loves me,
I can’t force someone to love me.
If my parents treat me like shit,
I can’t make them not be assholes.
That’s their personality.
I can’t change them.
I just have to deal with their mistreatment.
I can’t force my friends to want to hang out.
If I’m lonely,
And they are busy,
I can’t make them not be.
They have lives too.
So maybe I don’t like the life I’m living,
But I can’t do much to change that.
That’s life and it sucks.