One day, you're pretty happy with where you are. You have some good friends, good place, your job is treating you right, you can actually save some money, and a God's honest vacation is in the works.
Then it all goes sideways...
Your friends turn into massive sexual organs relative to their individual sex, you start to get this feeling your landlady doesn't like you anymore, your boss starts giving you shit for doing a piss-poor job (when you are doing more than he is, even), something pops up that requires you to take on more debt than you are confident you can handle and eats all your savings, and that loss of money shoots your hopes of that vacation right to shit.
Top it all off with your gaming buddies picking the guy that almost ruined your life over you... and you can't even fall back on hiding in your dark cave and shooting fake people with your fake friends to make it through your lack-luster life.
...wow... why do I even bother to try to make anything happen in my life?
Why am I not allowed to be content? Why can't I be happy? Why am I cursed to this life of constant let-downs? |
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