Life's ******** up. Like, seriously. We all try to cover that up, you know, with lies and crap. But we all know it, and I despise frilly people who refuse to face that. So why, humanity, do we try so hard? Why in the name of hell do we try SO hard to convince ourselves that we have a destiny, that we have fate, that we have luck, when we all know it's a bunch of bull s**t?
Oh well.
Absurdly Whimsical Community Member 
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