Rant #3: A Letter to Life

Dear Life,

As of right now, you suck. And you are doing so well at sucking that it's not even funny. The only part of my life that doesn't suck is my career/job. Maybe that's because it's something I understand, can control, and basically very easy to learn and juggle. But everything else is a horrible puzzle to which I can not solve let alone put the pieces in the right place.

Everything thing else is a horrible mess of a struggle. There is no zest, no creativity, no drive, no friendship, no goals, no everlasting peace of mind, no god damn chance at anything that would fuel me in my life. There is nothing but a vortex of mental turmoil, internal suffering, and pathetic coping attempts. Keep pushing my sanity, keep testing me and lets see when it breaks.

And thanks most of all for not helping me to let things go. I hate you most for that.

But I do thank you for my small raise. At least you gave me something...

Thanks for giving my mom the shit end of the deal on her life by the way. Yeah give her cancer, make her starve, and make her suffer when most of her life she's been nothing but good and decent with other people. Yeah, so thanks.

Thank you for making one of the last remining people I know miserable. You sure have a knack with timing in making people's life take emotional nose dive.

Thank you for giving another one of my friends horrible emotional and situational turmoil. And just when things could not get bad enough, you kick her yet again.

I am flipping you off. Hard. And for a very long fucking time. And when you get tired of seeing one finger, you would get the other hand's finger as well.


Fuck.

You.


Sincerely,

Me

PS. Yes, I know. "The more you complain the longer God lets you live." Well, the longer I live the more I will complain. It's a fucking even trade off.